Thursday, April 24, 2008

One of a kind..

Pains of the hollow soul;

Soul that was emptied;

Emptied by your magic touch.

Your magic touch, which was an irony.

An irony , to my existence.
My existence as a whole.

As a whole , being far or close to you.
Neither was I so close,
Now was I so far,
That you could not breathe,

That you could not find me.

Emptied souls of solitude,
No other I find.
You left me bewildered,

and one of a kind.


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