Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Match - by Rand

You said we were
a perfect match
and you were right

I've never been
so burned
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  1. SilverApril 5, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    As I lie 'neath shimmering cotton
    I imagine dusky whispers
    Silently orchastrated by Time
    Heard between slowing heartbeats.
    Quietly, Life laughs, cries, sighs, whimpers:
    "Game. Set. Match."

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