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By Lydia Date: 2002 May 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.09.19.43.21484]] |
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saw you tromping across the barren street pale, lost, swollen eyed a once loved vision; now a sobering sigh where have all the flowers in your face gone you never saw me, and I dare not tell you: I still miss your voice, I barely taste water without remembering a kiss from your lips - but your glow is dull, sallow, and full of crime where have your nights been taking you trapped in the arms of a selfish lover when your nights fused to mine, so terribly joyful, a very different man Can I ask - what has happened to you? |