Familiar road
these nights- full of promises to myself
things I swore I'd never say again
think again
hope again
be again.
Wedged a country between me and old ghosts
who haunt, still want.
They won't believe it's dead.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
in progress
Posted by words evaded at 3:43 AM
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