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By Ali Date: 2007 Oct 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.10.21.23.11.12687]] |
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I tread lightly, here, as if I've forgotten all the words to every song we knew-- was I foolish then, was I too connected to see the disconnect, was it all, nothing? I tread lightly, here, silent, studying the imprints of souls, ghost-visits that brush up against each other, gesturing this way and that, but signaling nothing. I tread lightly, here, but in reality I'm submersed in the still-echoing sound of your voice-- and it's madness, but no more, and no less, than loving you. |