Myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of my soul,
Picking up speed every damn empty day which repeats like a broken player
As it whirls, it starts to pull.
Stretching till it splinters.
Through my telescope, I am watching.
I watch my black hole swilling on splintered pieces of my soul.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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