.::A S e l f C a l l e d N o w h e r e::.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Half the night I waste in sighs,

Half in dreams I sorrow after

The delight of early skies;

In a wakeful dose I sorrow

For the hand, the lips, the eyes,

For the meeting of the morrow . . .

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