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17 March 2008 @ 09:31 am
Trace it with your finger,
The small emptiness.
Follow it with your eyes,
The breaking of day.
The break-
         But darkness falls again
And keeps falling
Until the rush of it
You're gone though the pain stays,
Toying with the tiny hole
That used to be your
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Blue Öyster Cult-Astronomy