Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Unheard
It’s hard to sleep
It’s hard to be
It’s hard to see with clarity
Beside my bed
Beside my head
I heard a cold reality
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