I know not what is in store,
I think back at what was before.
Hating myself, yet without means,
Helpless I am, endless spins.
Only in my dreams I see you,
How I wish sunrise is never due.
(Written on 7 Dec 1998.)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I know not what is in store
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