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By dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Jan 24 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.24.15.47.4934]] |
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it's not that i dream of you or lie awake at night wondering where you are nor do i see your face on every man who passes me by but i smell you in the wind i hear your voice in passing words and it touches memory my life is going on and you are fading a bit more each month i continue to remember pieces of me someone who existed independantly as we all must sometimes sometimes the phone lies heavy when i think of what you are doing, dead weight in my hand but i know i can't call you because to do that would open something that doesn't need to be reopened. and that is how you have faded, with a quiet strength |