• 24 Dec 2008 /  For Asia, Poetry, Tetrameter

    I want to hear the songs you hear
    As if the music was the same
    I want to feel each time you fear
    As if the fear had called my name

    I want to be inside your eyes
    To see the darkness when they close
    And when your breath is only sighs
    To be the warmth that comes and goes

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