Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Egress
I stand on the mountain top and I scream your name... all that comes back is an echo of your memory. I sit on my laurels and proclaim in haste: “ I’m free!” But it’s an illusion of pleasant memories that reside with in me for I am not in love with you, but in love with what used to be. And I could...
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