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By wistful Date: 2001 Jul 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.24.00.14.21822]] |
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You are but a fragment of my day. But my day would fragment Into a million motes of dust And blow away If not for you Fragile Remains of A once strong Girl I live only to Love you Eternally Futilely, Reaching out All in pieces Grasping air Mute with pain Endings near Not but a Thin, worn Shadow . . . of my former self. |