Sunday, February 22, 2009

up

I woke
up

Here is an
empty shroud
reminds me of a
white
curtain
on a marriage bed

There's just walls here.
and

I smell of night

Where are you
Where have you been, since
since


since


And now,
here
When everything
is fleeting

I never thought
you'd become so

you were so


ethereal

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