Ironic

Saturday, July 21, 2007

'97

The room in darkness
glimpses of you
in the light of the candle.
I’m outside, I know.
When does one stop trying?
I’ll never know,
When the ‘inside’ becomes out of reach.
Posted by ironic at 4:58 PM

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