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By wistful Date: 2003 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.04.14.22.23321]] |
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Hollow hellos Bitter goodbyes Fleeting glimpses in between Of futures that might've... but were not. did not. Just... not. And now, once more cocooned in grief She rocks in silent tombs of tears Washing over and away till pain dulls to gray and she dons the mask of fortitude and returns to light of day. |