Monday, March 21, 2005
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Bedridden, in a deep slumber,
coma so it seemed.
Deeply aware,
the breath that caressed;
lifeless and yet
growing so it seemed.
Reach not
beyond physical boundaries,
the helplessness.
Despair masked;
smiles moist,
salty yet the facade sugar.
21-03-2005
niaoren 3/21/2005 09:26:00 PM