Se rappeler

Posted by Kamelia

July 15,
2007

the sun streams past me
leaving me behind
warming me in passing
out to find
better spaces

soft pillows
warm nights
giggles that fade
never to come back

the god-shaped-hole
fills up as the
bittersweet memories wanes
and falls

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