Loving touches from the past caress my mind with their
remembrance, leaving traces of loneliness along the way.
Tear-stained pillowcase under my face at night, thinking
of twilight thoughts and their destinations.
Falling asleep with loving touches from the past.
(11: 12 a.m. - 12/22/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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