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By elocution Date: 2002 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.27.19.43.15335]] |
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I have no inkling where you stand is there room in your heart for me? I can't continue on this way-- oh please--why can't you see? Minutes turn to hours as I behold your face each day pondering and wondering what price I must pay for the pleasure of your company, for the touch of your hand for the sound of your voice for a walk on the sand you have tugged at my heart and shattered my soul as I am being ignored oh god I feel less than whole. |