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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..
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..
Published 26th Nov 2010
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26th Nov 2010 9:16am
26th Nov 2010 8:22pm
This has really touched me, read it several times each time it reached a new depth, well done
26th Nov 2010 11:42pm
everytime i read your poems i feel as if i gain a lot of what's left unsaid. keep on writing i beg thee !
