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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
new poem.....
untitled # 1
in the darkness, i sit and wait
for time to pass me by
but realy, i think about
the countless ways to die
sometimes, when i sit and stare
at the mirrors not so high
i see the shadowed faces
of those unprepared to die
then sometimes, while i stare
your face appears, and begins to cry
hold your tears for me, then
whispers, why did you have to die...
so i sit and stare, out of this picture frame
at the mirrors not so high
and see the faces of thoes i loved
as they begin to cry...
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