domingo, 8 de dezembro de 2013


My Mind Was a Fog... My Heart Became a Bomb.
Then the Quiet Explosion, Turning Into Tiny Particles... Floating Through Empty Space.
Like a Valley with No Echo, Holding Your Absence.
Shored Against the Ruins… Drowning in Ten Directions, I Could Hear the Water at the Edge of All Things.
In the Middle of This Nowhere, Hope Becomes a Loss.
(Tres Dominé)

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