she's the sleepyhead;
wanders off the night.
staring at the sky; unbeaten by cold.
lies alone. breathes nothing but mist.
-a fading soul-
silence - and her eyes closed.
TM 17//1.25 am
p/s : 12.07.07
we spend our lives searching for a magic door,
and a lost kingdom of peace.
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