Sunday, April 5, 2009
Waiting in the shadows
I am waiting in shadows filled with the same words and the same gestures. I wait with empty hands orphan from the soft touch of yours... while you dwell in that far away land that exclusively exists in your mind and its not quite heaven nor is it hell, a place where you seem to fit quite well. so I wait here, touching mirrors, a fugitive from time suddenly thrown in a world where nothing is mine, alone walking where the snow is black, with my night ration and my mourning watch marking the...
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