thief by Alistair Chong
loneliness
creeps up
like the midnight thief broken in
softly stealing from within
laughing in the darkness
hands caressing all that is precious
creeping in
like the frost in the night
cold and hard, barely alive
without a heart to understand
this isn't what we planned
14.1.09
empty doorways
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