Monday, March 19, 2012

Baby, belong to me.


The wind bangs against the windows as the voice stops. The words get garbled and engulfed in the sound, like the last few flickers of a candle before it blows out. 
You remember the voice, as it fades slowly, day by day.
Moving away, bit by bit.

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