Entry: to sen Tuesday, March 01, 2005



tossed away like tear soaked tissues

I need a shower
to wash away the residue
of you

Exfoliate away
this crust
of old memories

Serenade myself
into oblivion
beneath the
gushing stream

Etch the word
with a damp fingertip
in the
steam on the mirror

Goodbye

pasted by proud cousin of author gaayathri nair, auckland, nz. u roc my socs.

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