Don't you feel it when I cry for you
are you really ready?
And you are the most beautiful thing to me, the one thing
around which I wear it, the loneliness.
by Mai Der VangIt’s all day waking,
every step as a tick
of the clock until
your body falls back.
How long until you
approach the meaning
of lone. Have your
ears ever computed
the miles between
dream and ...