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Poem of old time July 15, 2009

Posted by mslittlefox in Uncategorized.

No words

Words lack importance when eyes do the talking,

Ideas lose their meaning when skin becomes impatient

I know memory is a hotel where hosts stay for a short time,

A log where our past is written, a place with no keys to open new doors…

I don’t live with my past, do you?



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