A Nebula of Thoughts
Nothing but dust and particles until something pulls it all together.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
There Are Times
There are times
I hear her voice
There are times
I feel her touch
Then I open my eyes
And she's not here
But there are times
I swear she's near
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