Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Dissipate

Buildings burn people die, what's physical is gone in the blink of an eye. 
I can't help but feel memories are lost. The last places I feel you near are all but an oligarchy holocaust. 
These words are harsh like the feelings in my chest. But all that's left are broken pieces behind my breast.

Written by Nami Sanjo

Posted on 09/10/12

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