Slowest Form Of Suicide

by Never Let Go   Feb 24, 2007


I'm done with

Still Mornings
Of desolate words

Meaningless Afternoons
Of quiet company

Sleepless nights
Of softly crying

Quiet Tears
Silent Breaths
Wet Pillow

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