Joined: 1 Nov 2017 Gender: Female Posts: 72,422 Location: Chez Quis
22 Aug 2020, 12:28 am
There is no pain you are receding A distant ship, smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone I have become comfortably numb
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