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by Omi Salavea

Is this the end to things,


or just another desert within

the long journey of life.

is this a wicked spell of boredom

spun 'round isolation, abandon

The loneliness felt while watching you...

sleep restless in the early morn

burns harder than the dying embers

at the end of this wasted cigarrette.

10/13/2002

Author's Note: I love you, and i am afraid, i freely admit that, i dont want things to go sour with us, i am scared to talk to you, i dont know how much space is necessary right now. I know you need time apart from me, but i pray to myself that things are going to be ok. That the sun will rise tommorrow, that i still have a place in your heart, that i still have an open invitation inside your gentle arms. I love you.

Posted on 10/13/2002
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