Monday, October 23, 2006

and her perfect little world she had built so carefully
out of dreams and hopes
came crashing down,
and took the breath right out of her.

she lays,
tainted, disgusted with herself,
and most of all, she is alone.
it's just 10,000 miles till sweet respite
and you can't imagine the way she feels.
and she wonders,
when did the sun become too much to bear?
the wind is bitter and biting,
and yet she goes.


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