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By it dosent matter Date: 2003 Jan 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.25.17.12.21849]] |
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grains this were that run through finger tips drifting slow to ground bleeding still of hearts sweet sorrow an loneliness for what's yet to be grains this were of dissolving heart stuff tears are made in nights long dream for with dissolution of these tears thats all that does remain grains of a slowly breaking heart left to wither in the dust of the miles one must away... ever away from these one keeps in ones thoughts as well as memories with day its palatable these grains that weep collected with care to fill the hand till even this does overflow an from sheltering finger tips bleed yet of the night when dreams are made each grain takes what memories left till all that remain is a shadow of a heart an regrets for what used to be |