Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Your face

I woke that night,
To your face,
Imprinted as always,
At the furtherest corners,
Of this maze,
Of a mind,
This skin,
By so many nights of hitting,
Unfeeling walls,
And silent pillows,
Still remembers,
The feel of your cheek,
Beneath it all,
I remember,
I remember,
Even if I despise it.

~Rei Shiori

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