Sunday, November 10, 2013

Today/Tomorrow

There was a time,
when i knew the meaning
of the dawning of the day.
Dis-appear,disforget,disremember me,
Its all part of the act
the perfect confluence.
Its unremarakable that im alive.
yet still,speak to me,
Not in tongues.

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