Showing posts with label it has something to do with my old window.. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

There is no easy way to say this,
but could coming back ever be so simple?
I've stared at myself for what seems like a life time
of my moments; trying to piece the bits together:
his eyes, and my old door.

I left for a while. I'll have to explain later.

Tybalt might not come back.