Sunday, August 12, 2007
somewhere between time and space
in these somewhat crazy times
as my heart flies into the wind
following your every footstep
where are you?
my darling, I can no longer sense you
have you changed?
Tainted into something dark, unknown.
A tirade, a desperation to search for you
Putting a burden on my soul
So weary, so tired.
Falling into a careless charade of names and faces
Searching, always searching.
Calling out from the torn, worn pages
My darling,
Where are you?
-fung
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@ 8:32 AM
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