Friday, April 30, 2010

The dead has eyes.


Those 500 graves saw us that day. They noticed the way we were holding our hands and walking,and the way you were protecting me.
They also saw us fighting now and then.

But one of them took a closer look of us,when I was smiling and you were rubbing your nose on my cheek. The one we were standing next to.

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