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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Dust to Dust
What was here, is now gone Dare not, my sweet, linger on Days have passed, dust to dust The end of my journey is a must. What is to become of me, once so free of fear Plead not, your case, to fall on deaf ears Years have gone, and so have I Once again I struggle beyond the lies. What is to come, but a twinkle in thine eye See not, my dear, what you have rendered with a sigh Loves have spent, and so now carry on Denying that which needs to be remembered all along. raw || truth |