Images crowded my mind
of blank faces, void of names kept me awake, their presence linger Like ghosts, they haunted me. Were they my friends who thought of me? Or antagonists who betrayed me Or future amities who'll befriend me Or just blank faces, no soul, nobody Strange how their images keep coming back In the wee of night they drift unexpectedly, wish they can talk and tell me the meaning of their lucidity.
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Lerma Sendon
7/16/2012 10:21:04 pm
Veru mysterious..
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G
7/17/2012 12:02:34 am
:)
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