Guest guest Posted January 1, 2006 Report Share Posted January 1, 2006 The minutes tick away The ghost of what I am Was A blur A photograph Taken When day was short And cold And music stirred When I returned A tortured soul Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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