Kosmic Undertow
Sunday, August 30, 2009
It's Quiet
The hum of the air conditioner stops
All I can hear are the crickets
There's a light breeze blowing
It's a comfortable darkness
I miss my true friend(s)
As I write her name with a red marker
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