Thursday 10 December 2009

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This is not my time.

You take me to the heights wrapped in radiance,

Yet engulfed by blindness

I drop into the cradle of my sadness.

Awoken I writhe to see my senses,

Stare at their numbness and await the winging of my soul.

For that will be my time.


Indonesia 2000.

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