Sitting in this humid cube,
There is nothing I miss more than being held by you.
Over the years I have faded. What
Remains is the shaded silhouette of a memory.
All that surrounds me is nothing.
Gaze upon me just once more. I am
Eternally photographed. Eternally stored.
Friday, May 23, 2008
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