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of all days, this has to be the time
for the rain, to come knocking on my door
while i have been, walking with my heart devoid. 
                                                    of life.

of all time, this has to be the moment
for the cold, to bring round a new bout of tears
which i have kept, hiding behind the smile divorced.
                                                    with a nonchalance.

of all moments, this has to be the way
for the tears, to unlock trains of questionable faith
when i have asked, heaping mud on rootless tree.
                                                    that will never.

.sui

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~ by joeysui on March 30, 2009.