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I fell asleep with the words of a dying poem on my lips. That bittersweet kiss carried me to a half-finished life and nothing to say. Now, my message forgotten I stare at this glass cage and pace these broken corridors and wonder why I cant (don't want to) remember how it ends. |
This is a beautiful piece. Good job and keep writing! | Posted on 2013-11-04 00:00:00 | by Rhettawolf | [ Reply to This ] | |