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Future
Jun 6, 2005 9:01:13 GMT -5
Post by Nicole on Jun 6, 2005 9:01:13 GMT -5
Sprinkles of sunlight drift into my window sill. waiting for your words still.
Whispering weaving dreams looking for your face softly breathing your name from the lips of your embrace.
I listen closely as I hear the sound of summer the sound of fear.
My footsteps softly on the ground. The children laughing all around.
You hear me not inside. You walk away with your pride. You face me not today. No words are left to say.
I am within embraced by softness, time, and space.
Never goes away, the pain of yesterday.
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