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Sunday, March 22, 2009

Where no sounds thread through the room, where I lay to love and breathe,
Where the voices finally sleep,
I see your eyes bright watching me, itching, glancing, furtively,
Waiting for me to slip and again,
To tell me, I miss you,
My faded scars.

Mused by Sukunami Taka around 7:53 PM

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