One more forlorn shadow
Two dreams turned to dust
Three false gods forsaken
Four heartbeats left to give
And I stand alone
Beside the one I thought I knew
I shake my head good-bye
She shrugs and reminds me
Of that time in Paris
When we saw that homeless man
Whose sudden kindness
Saved our trip
One last moment
Two hearts out of one
Three choices for we two
Four steps left...
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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