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By briana kassia Date: 2007 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.17.18.06.21019]] |
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in the ache of absence my heart grows not fonder but flowers ephemeral fading loveliness made to be only wasted by time I'm not well you fear you are dying daily too but we wait and wait till the waiting is all holding on for soon when I need you now and every day holds another disappointment another realisation that we aren't there yet I don't know when soon became a place a destination the tiny flower cries out when and the seed and the soil beat and hum in answer not yet not yet |