Devoid

Wednesday, August 02, 2006:

I find myself at a lack of words
All the things that I once could say
Are stored up and lost in some haze
My words are gone
And even these are not the same
It's as if I were asleep and cannot awake
From an endless dream
In this dark endless haze
Chris // 8/02/2006

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