Sunday, 26 August 2007

Stolen.

I can’t shake this resolve
To go off into the silence screaming
Your name on the edge of my lips
Unuttered unspoken wings of doubt
Fluttering in what explosive exhalation
Fettering what gentle breath
Your scent still lingering
Quickly stolen fearing another breath
May expulse what little remains
Memory that clings yet swiftly drifts away

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