Last year and
last to last...
Where could
the pain go?
Locked inside
in a memory...
Just the wounds
don't show...
And the year
before that
and all the time,
that I have
let go waste...
Its all coming
back,right at me...
the fruit's bitter in taste...
And everytime
I try to smile...
I'm held back
by a tear...
And all the years
that are a wound to me...
they hurt,like Vincent's ear...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/10/2007)
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