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Month: March, 2013

Waiting for someone to reach my hand


I can’t sit and stare into the dark

like you

I carry fire in my chest

it chases me

up and down and up again

I move tireless through empty rooms

day and night

my throat is strangled

I can’t breathe

I can’t even cry


is like stone

in a world

in which “I am” no more

waiting for you

The Light


EveRYdaY a CreaTioN #1

A creation every day