The Forgotten Me
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Endless cycle
Wisps of morning
Drunken away…
As I slowly realize
I have dreamt of you anew.
My composure slips.
My chin trembles.
For I remember again,
Why it hurts breathing…
Why I hate waking…
Alone.
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