February 16, 2007


"I keep moving to be stable
free to wander, free to roam"*

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February 12, 2007

A Scratch in Tears

No one ever had commitment towards me,
I don't know how it would feel to have someone's commitment,
Even in tears,
Goodbye tears,
I should be dead not to adore things I've lived for.

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February 03, 2007

432 weeks

For eight years and two weeks,
I escaped death,
escaped to see today,
escaped to see her at a red table,
under the dull yellow light of a placstic-wrapped sun.
for eight years and two weeks,
I escaped.
I would, to see another day like this,

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