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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

What Have I Become
2004-12-02 - 5:21 p.m.
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What have I become
Here in my desolate lair
I no longer know myself
You no longer care

What have I become
My lovely friend
With a weakness of flesh
No longer able to mend

What have I become
That I can no longer see beyond
The fear and pain of today
No longer hearing the song

What I have become
My dearest love
Without a will to leave
I don�t know what I�m thinking of

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave