Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Temporary End

I've put a dot
To this friendship
Put a line
Between my name and yours
Erased the equal mark instead,
Put a question mark
To all our love-makings
They are no more real.

Yes it changes
It disappears,
It stops,
It thunders
And it
It, itself, not it in another shape
God knows when.


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