why I do the things I do
17 hours ago
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Empty Room
Walls fall, calls.
Spaces paces, hasten.
Echoes narrow, shadows.
Taciturn, every turn. Return.
Spaces paces, hasten.
Echoes narrow, shadows.
Taciturn, every turn. Return.
(c) Hazlin Aminudin, 2010
Simply said, these empty spaces where you usually reside leaves me hollow when you're not around. I miss you.
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