lunes, 7 de diciembre de 2009

Message to Alice.

Dear Alice, you're disappeared like everything else. But who else can I talk to?...I'm lost, Alice. When you left - and he left - you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look .

Time passes. Every tick that goes the pulse of blood behind a bruise...but in a way i'm glad. The pain is my only reminder that he was real...that you all were...

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