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By Tanqueray Cowboy Date: 2001 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.02.00.28.13307]] |
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Ghost in my in-box A dance of letters Pixels Not random Sorcery They form a name and the name conjures memories A face and a touch Whispers in a distant night so long ago. A river of sighs Echoes Dimly felt Susurrations They make a garland Of tired feelings Too heavy I am too weak Your good-natured concern Has outlasted me Bested me You've won I've lost Touché. |