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Bad timing


I couldn’t say the few words
I wanted to say-
they lay covered under an endless night.

Now,
I will spend twice as long
to speak of half their original worth.
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Sabrina said…
Ohmygosh! I really love this! it's so...exact. Like you're reading my mind or something. It just blows my mind!
July 14, 2010 at 9:52 AM
Proma said…
Thank you B! I'm so glad to hear that :)
July 14, 2010 at 11:22 AM
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