26 Feb 2009

we sing in voices not our own
about sights we have never seen
the strangers in our dreams know us
though we have forgotten ourselves
the feeling of home gone like childhood
as if in darkness, everywhere the same
and we go on without knowing how
and we go on without waiting for why

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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