My walk continued without stopping.
And it has now disappeared.
My prayer in the midst of a beautiful world.
My prayer for him, that I missed.
Ask me stay. And you won't again.
Covered in the cold world.
It is covered with what I missed.
Would be nice,to hold you.
Would be nice,to take your home.
Would be nice,to kiss you.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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