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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 ] |