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By spirial Date: 2004 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.27.12.20.7070]] |
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Ask me when Within this night held realm One must at last rest Seek slow sleep In which to mend One's weary mind Emotions shred Tears are shed To these aches within Ask me then Your question held Can I myself Or just pretend Ever have known love And if words are all you know Words themselves Are all you crave Then with tattered soul itself will I Tell you no |