all the words have run dry
I cannot fathom why
the thought of it makes me cry
I must say so long, farewell, goodbye

so this is finis, the last
somehow this moment runs fast
into oblivion. I ask
what is left to task.

I tire of writing
my words no longer biting.

04/01/2013

Posted on 04/01/2013
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