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By Alphonse Submitted by ardimino Date: 2008 Mar 07 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.07.13.09.18350]] |
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alone we eat once pleasures which we shared, the wine glasses seem emptier. the solidarity and stagnate air of our own scent remind us of the loneliness, as the beds we once played in are cold from the vacancy of our absence. now the sudden noises startle us because the regularity of silence has sharpened our ears. we pray that this destitute will one day fade like the sun, as it melts into the warm sea. |