<=====Backwards
She walks blindly into the night
Afraid of nothing
The Ghosts, painting pictures
Temporary restoration of sight
She relies on memory
Bad, deliberately forgets
Selective, she remembers every sound
Every scent in one last breath
Nostalgia, she disregards intimacy
Fears, only but her self
Impulsive, naive, and angry
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
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