Monday, July 13, 2009
Malesoul Lament
It is you I want most to talk to, and can't.
Want most to see, and can't.
Want most to hear, and can't.
Want most to touch, and can't.
Want most to be lost in, and can't.
Anymore.
The beginnings of a grief.
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