Saturday, June 11, 2011


"Lies within the eyes who roam,
        us became me, and lost became home.

Cold conquered as the curtains close,
        deserted like the love of a single rose.

Four became two, and two became one,
        my world vanished like a setting sun.

The split paths tore my heart,
         each household member stealing their own part."

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