By wordley
Date: 2002 Sep 02
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Shell I ?

She draws me forward, like an ever inward falling star,
Nautilus-like she guides my reign, my tenure
And like some ever-revolving entity she absorbs my energy
To leave me here, bereft, like some empty vessel
That she once needed, but now declines
To say I loved her would be a waste
To say I need her, a sin
If only I could take her heart and make it mine...
If only...