And so...
And so,as I lay,I wonder where am I?
Where does memory take me?
Whose room is this,and bed I lay in?
Remains of cobweb are hanging around me.
The soft layer of dust covers old carpet,there's no traces...
I've been here a long time,I can already feel weight of stale air,It feel's like you're asking me something,without saying a single word...
My mind is poisoned...and time contains the remedy.
I keep asking myself is it a dream or a memory?
The End
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And so..., which
was posted on May 21, 2011 by
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