Sunday, January 07, 2007
Sun pours through a high shattered window like a spotlight onto a bare floor. Dust moves through the light like clouds through a sky with no rainbow promises. The sound of life is heard on the other side of locked doors This is my alone place. Part of me is always here. Even when I am smiling at you as you are happy to see me because I never feel myself deserving of what you offer.
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