By it dosent matter
Date: 2002 Dec 08
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[[2002.12.08.03.13.22561]]

whispers

whispers in the nighted air
call softly of your name
and i in response
bury deeper to my pillow
in an effort to hold my dreams
from quietly slipping away
through the doorway to never
open now an my feet
on a pathway of their own
stumble 'bout to fall
while my will
clutches the door frame
in a last effort to back away
to keep the whispers
pon this nighted air
from softly fading free