My Little Black Book of Books
Saturday, February 15, 2014
I sit alone
Pen in my hand.
Yesterday has gone,
Today is slipping away.
My spirit draws closer
To its final act,
That point of no return.
Tomorrow is a dream,
I do not dare to dream.
A place,
I do not belong.
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