Monday, October 01, 2012
The daytime slips away
More quickly now
I find myself searching
Through the night

The man in the moon
The only friendly face
That I can find
In this unfamiliar landscape

What I wanted
May no longer exist
I fear that the end
Is inevitable
Posted by Lacey at 10/01/2012 03:34:00 PM ::

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