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From The Inside, Yet Not Enough

SOMETIMES EVEN WORDS CAN'T HOLD THE ESSENCE OF THOUGHT

Monday, February 1, 2010

Dim

9/10/2009:

Unattended, unimportant..
She lies.
Waiting to be found,
By the love that lost her somehow.
She cries.
Clutching for the surface,
Breathlessly rescued,
Too much, too late..
She dies.
Posted by Anka Wisha at 3:13 PM

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