November 15, 2010

Turned stranger

Turned stranger
with own,
I reminisce 
of the days 
gone;
messed up 
me,
messed up
 my dreams,
I don't cry,
I don't scream.
I keep moving,
with no-more
tears to shed,
as if nothing
can be heard,
nothing 
can be said.


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