Oct 01, 2005 23:47
Lost love rolls like tears from my eyes
Into flies dancing like swan lake
Morning comes too soon
In a city of strangers
And I think to myself
That you can never truly know someone
In this city of masks.
Where is the night to shelter me?
Where is the moon to light my path?
self,
poetry
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you know that i understand.
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