over :: prev :: next :: i'm still not over it and as i turn over through the night thinking over it all i wonder if we could start over if we could just go over to some place and share our thoughts over dinner i promise i won't go over the line and i'll try not to overwhelm you over and over i tell myself you run over people like a train hang over them like a weight about to fall when instead you should slowly peer over the wall start with things that linger over the surface and then only over time talk about the many roads over which you've travelled but i seem to go over the same bumps and run over the same holes in the road over and over... © 2002 (1 november) john r. chase
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