Symbols of repitition are always in my mind.

Hello from another world.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Listen to my whisper it might come through a picture.

The truth I once lived is now words.
The music I once heard is now a whisper.
The smiles I shared are now tears.
Hope is all that thrills me.
My heart chases memories.
Like the last time I missed you.

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