Monday, November 8, 2010

Finding

I'm giving up
Theres no one coming
They can't find me
I'm too deep
I'm trying to remember
Her Laugh
His Smile
The smell of strawberries
I can barely remember
My name
My voice
My own laugh
My name
Only one phrase
Est
Oy
En
La
Gl
O
Ri
A
Its keeping me alive
I'm farther from death
Than
Than Cour-ta-nee

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