Tuesday, January 04, 2005

always, the hours. a memory .

the people whom i love,
they,
love me not.
the people whom love me,
they,
i love too little.
to face a world, invisible,
to be the person i cannot be,
to live a life where i choose death,
my love,
that just cannot be.
between us,
always the love.
always,
the hours.

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