Tuesday, September 25, 2012

a meeting in a passage


time holds out her hands 
touching me
all over nowhere
proving nothing
thrusting with life
unready and willing
whiling away souls already spent
taking each breath away. 
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 25, 2012 at 12:25 PM

    You weave a lovely sadness through the most beautiful lines.

    You deserve such happiness.

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  2. WhateverSeptember 27, 2012 at 12:26 AM

    Thank you Bella!

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