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by Beautiful Chaos Jul 26, 2010 category : Life, society / other
Everything I touch turns to dust, This desert now my home, A barren wasteland, Of dying hopes and dreams. Love turned to hate, I must have been sleeping or blind, Never saw that ending, But now feel it every day. Circles drawn in friendship, Fade into obscurity, Time no longer the glue, Decades float through the wind.
by Yakari Gabriel
The last line was very well thought!:)