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I huddle into the corner,
as i assume the fetal position.
A tear falls across my cheek,
as it stains my shirt.

I try to lay down,
but all i see,
is your face on the roof.
So Elegant.
Michaelangelo himself must have painted it.

Though my eyes betray me,
for you are not there.
Not now.
Not ever.



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On Friday February 22nd, 2008, Kui (730) writes:
Sad and touching, it's perfect... -Geisha


On Thursday February 21st, 2008, urbanhumility (1366) writes:
lonley.....touching and sad......so very well written...............urban


On Thursday February 21st, 2008, Rebell tiGer King (594) writes:
good vibe, correct the double it, and maybe flesh it out a tad, but a good start -symph-


On Thursday February 21st, 2008, Theappleofyoureye (443) writes:
WOW. the end hit me hard. short but bitter.



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