Zephyr's Poems

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Days ...

Days ...

Going back home.
Sleep 12 hours a day.
Emotionless.
Nothingness.
Aloneness.
Peace in Loch Ness
No one knows where it is.

Zephyr
at 2:03 PM

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