Always would I tell, wherever/whenever
though you'd always whisper; this is it, this is -
it dawns and sets and I'd wander some more,
then you, you would not dare forgo; this is it, this is -
my time and heart and soul, wondering,
wondering where and when (I try to reckon);
until this, until this.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Until This
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I admire the compactness of this: bite-size, but not easy to digest. :)
and is, eherm, non-fictional?
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