How many words
will you devote to me,
- if any at all?
A feeble etch into cold stone,
a measly trench encapsulating my past,
where ice lingers on cold November
mornings, a distant and futile scar.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
How many words
will you devote to me,
- if any at all?
A feeble etch into cold stone,
a measly trench encapsulating my past,
where ice lingers on cold November
mornings, a distant and futile scar.
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