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Traces of you
As I sit upon
This empty bed
White cotton frayed
From nights
That punctuate
This thin veneer
Of wakefulness
I look for traces of you.
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 11:40 pm
I Miss You
Hello there,
Angel from my nightmares.
Devil from my dreams
a grey spirit that weaves
its way through my existence.
What a Dementor does to souls
or a Dalek to a human heart.
Even a superhuman heart
can break.
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever yo...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
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