"Dust thou art to dust returnest"


Wednesday, May 22, 2013


Limited heartbeats
Quiet rain
And things of the past left unread
Papers folded
Anxiety all that's left... 
Windows broken 
With no view from inside. 
Cries at night
Books against fragile hearts 
That won't fade like I will. 

That live on after soul dies. 

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