By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 4 July 2000
Her
I stand, waiting for her call,
Lament, the ways that I treated her before...
Descend, down into the basement alone,
Pretend that tonight is the same as last night was...
but without her, it's never the same
without her, I'm losing the part of me that's sane...
without her, I'm incomplete
without her...
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