all
those years
bouncing back--
and fo(u)rth, never
had time to notice,
The way I drift- half alive
(comatose) dream perchance to
"Live!" (need some shock therapy) "Breathe!"
You still love me the day after, now
A contest entry
- Quickie: Diamante , Septolet, or Nonet by FallingTwilight.
450 points, ended June 19, 2007, 12 entries
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