Thursday, September 22, 2005

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Naked I lay in my room
Pitch black surrounds
The phone lies on my belly, the ear piece still warm
Tears they hang on my eyes
Like baby monkeys clinging to their mothers
Cold air filters through the vents
Forcing me to feel the infinite loneliness
* * *
Yet when I am most alone I know that I am not

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