Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Breathing In Sand

In the wake of you're terrain
I am exposed.

You have left me stranded
In the sands of you're desert.

You have left to say goodnight.
You have left to say goodbye.

You have left me.

In the wake
Of this shrinking terrain.
A land all you're own.

I can't find the exit signs.

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