I don't know what I'm doing
Anymore
If I ever did
Noises from the outside world
Fill me with
Paralysis
There is nothing
There is no one
But letters.
No base
No home
I'm drowning
But the water is warm
--Anon.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Poetry corner
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