Friday, January 22, 2010
Love Letters

O Night, I still love you
But I do not anymore spend my hours
Lying slavishly in wait for your return
To our home. Which was
never really mine:
Yours, always.

Yet from time to time
I cannot help but creep
To the ledge of your window, to catch
A glimpse of something dark.

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posted by Nihilist Loves Hate, Hates Everything at 1/22/2010 12:26:00 AM 0 comments
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