Sunday, June 8, 2008
Jounal of June 9th, 08 at midnight.>> I wither
I withered by every words of goodbye.
As each tear escapes my eyes, I withered and hoped them dried.
I withered by the burning feeling that lay my heart like fresh for butcher.
As time goes on and passes me by, I wither.
I withered by every last light in each evening and by every last stars before each dawn arrives.
I wither all alone till I wither no more,
and I shall lie in the open arms of the earth.
Oh pray me, while I wither.
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