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By mkbs1978 Date: 2003 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.07.15.15.48.9313]] |
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I sit with pen in hand Paper waiting patiently to be touch The scenerio is replayed I am the paper,waiting on the Pen's touch. Are you out of ink? Is that why I can't see? Those special words you use to say to me. Life has turned you upside down for others to see But that's the past Won't you look forward toward me? My heart has been shredded,can't you see? And tossed in a bin to later become ashes. Oh this gutter I am in Will I ever feel the magic again? |