Still Becoming Apart
While the night is getting darker
and another day is whished away.
In our minds we compose the question
never ment to be pronounced.
Will we ever find the heart
or will it be just nothing there in the end?
Poetry by Elise
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Written on 2010-06-28 at 14:25
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