inside emptiness
no question marks
following endings
news paper clippings
folded into boxes
telling of before once more
betrayed dreams forming
leaving waste lands open
sealed by painted doors
and café Paris still standing
in the aftermath
you and me
searching inside emptiness
two lost travellers of morning
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-07-12 at 07:55
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