Saturday, January 21, 2012

Me and my-self

Yes, I held your hand
When the busy street had its moment of silence,
I held your hand when the dark alleys
Spoke of a long thirsty redness;
You and me were together,alone forever
And even today, in a certain noiseless hostel.
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