the waking parts of my mind are loosely wound skeins of schemes
as slowly slips from my grip the thread at the edge of my dreams
wherein you were about to give
the answer
and interrupted abruptly
i let go to bells, laughter, the sound of birds
my life becomes
an incomplete sentence
a book unfinished
a promising look on the way out the door
haunted, i am forever seeking those final few seconds of you
as slowly slips from my grip the thread at the edge of my dreams
wherein you were about to give
the answer
and interrupted abruptly
i let go to bells, laughter, the sound of birds
my life becomes
an incomplete sentence
a book unfinished
a promising look on the way out the door
haunted, i am forever seeking those final few seconds of you
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novy:
Happy New Year
racer_x:
Ay Ano! 