The Architecture Of Emotion
Beliefs about life, love & everything in between. Poetry, photography & other musings.
Friday, November 26, 2010
the tao of silence & white
as if there was a part of me his love had not yet violated
I can still see my reflection in the dark sarcasm of his fading memory
helps me to forget the image of his fingertips touching my lips..
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