We are enfolded
by silences;
your bags waiting to leave,
my begging eyes,
but the greatest silence
was
the absence
of your breath
in the
Night...
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
We are enfolded
by silences;
your bags waiting to leave,
my begging eyes,
but the greatest silence
was
the absence
of your breath
in the
Night...
Just a short one today, having a ridiculous bout of writers block at present, though I can see an end to it now. :D
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