12/20/09

Tainted

Your cry is distinct amidst the soothing discord
But I know you are more than a seaside daydream.
The echo carries me to that distant first memory
But it is a tainted start-- neither a beginning nor an end.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)