Sunday, September 28, 2008

Fishbowl/Flushed.

Goodbye, you beauty.
I won't forget you for a long time.

Goodbye, my own.
I am ready to lose you any minute, and still I will miss you when you're gone.

Goodbye, dearest.
I hope I never replace you.


I can't help but wonder, what is it like to drown in your own ashes.
I wish you were here.

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