![]() Twenty-four.A Poem by Nicole VigoritoSolitude. Loneliness. Closing around me. My darkest hours are a failed witness, to the pain I haven't yet let free.
I failed to let you know... the things that haunt me, constantly. That was all it took for you to let go. Hopefully this thing called death comes with tranquility. © 2010 Nicole Vigorito |
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Added on May 10, 2010 Last Updated on May 10, 2010 AuthorNicole VigoritoMesa, AZAboutI haven't written here for over two years and I'm hoping to be able to get back into this. more..Writing
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