transitions
July 2, 2009
I dreamed of a hours I had left behind. As I peeked through the dusty windows, I saw within all that I had ever left behind and never missed. Until I saw it through that dusty pane. All my belongings that had been left behind, waiting patiently for me to return, like old friends.
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Nadir | July 2, 2009 at 12:09 pm
Could you BEEE more abstract
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Suleman | July 6, 2009 at 2:04 pm
You should write more often.
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preeto | July 24, 2009 at 5:18 am
if he asks to me what is your soorow,
then what is my sorrow if he asks to me
preeto
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AD | August 14, 2009 at 1:18 pm
and i never want the old to come back to me…