prosecisely
Monday, July 25, 2011
poetries
what is time
if you're right here?
what is loss
if i'm never gone?
what is pain
if it's always, fleeting?
what is love?
what is love?
what is love?
is it this beautiful thing
that fills me
up?
i hope so.
i hope so.
i hope so.
yesterday
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