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Wed 11 Feb, 2004 08:27 am
Stars grew dim
clouds cried
the night his
love for me died.
I should have told
him before,
never have lied
of my love for another
which drove him wild.
Breathing uneasy
fingers tight
a smothering pressure
I could not fight.
Stars ran to hide
clouds still cried
the night I died.
Cool, I like this. Nice work.
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Thank you so much pessimism. Maggie
This is an amazing piece; I can identify with this so well that it feels like you pulled memories from my brain. Thanks for sharing.
Yhank you for your comments dark. Maggie