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By Liz Date: 2002 Aug 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.30.18.08.23182]] |
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You are an unfinished sentence a song unsong you are thoughts that won't take root that scatter over the breeze. You are wishes and hopes, a prayer that will go unanswered. You are a whirlwind that wraps itself around me twists and turns my head, and disappears. You are a paradise lost, a hopeless love... you are my heart, and you are gone. |