- 13 May 2009 16:36
#1904696
Cold chills along my arms,
The sound of papers rustling,
The clanging of the door,
Distant sounds of voices...
This is what I hear.
This is what I live for.
This is my life up till now.
What happens next
is anyone's guess.
What I do now
is uncertain and distant,
yet close approaching.
The sound of papers rustling,
The clanging of the door,
Distant sounds of voices...
This is what I hear.
This is what I live for.
This is my life up till now.
What happens next
is anyone's guess.
What I do now
is uncertain and distant,
yet close approaching.
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