10.06.2009
Claustrophobic mirage of tangled webs,
Caustic thoughts and mangled heads,
Electronic voices call,
Broken hearts they fall and fall,
Unspoken choice is no choice at all. . .
Each way is a wrong turn,
Each word is the wrong thing to say,
Each sunny day is a burn.
I don’t know how it will end,
’till then, IF is my only friend.
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