See, and it stays.
Saw, as vivid as it may.
Hope, even as a dream,
Truth, though hurts, but not as it seems.
Maybe one and two three four with a probable five,
Together it’s only thrice,
Dangling, yearning for a faraway dream,
And boo, shall it satisfy a desolated lingering.
-Wemo
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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