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The Long, Slow Walk Home

 

Mists of time

fog my memory

but you

are still my beacon.

 

Though sometimes

I forget your name

I never forget

I love you

as I walk through

the ever-darkening forest

 

◄ The Drug Dealer and the Poet

A Career of Two Halves ►

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Mark Niel

Thu 15th Jan 2009 23:43

This was my entry at the Kapow! Beermat competition.

See you soon.

<Deleted User> (5766)

Thu 15th Jan 2009 23:35

How very Japanese this feels.

Keep it up my friend. :-)

Ian.

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