Sunday, May 25, 2008

all the wrong sizes,

i'm tired and i want to sleep.
that's the easiest thing to say but too often, the hardest thing to do.

will i one day deplete the night solace?

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you. i wish you won't have to work so late.
three seasons passed and winter will soon knock on the door once more.
worryingly, you're still in my daily mind.

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