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I cry
and a small boy hides in the back of the night, wrapped softly, in a towel of tears, trying to turn back the time of the years to a year where he sat without a bruised knee and without tears upon cheeks. |
Copyright ©2007 Ashi Shadow 2/6/07
On Katie. About... how I wish things were good. I miss when things were good.
I miss her.