to find
there are snow flakes
filling my wake
and you make me cry
searching my hands
finding longing
bleeding
so night falls
filling my space
and I beg of you
to find me
a part of insanity
in the wake
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-11 at 08:09
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