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By Stephen Date: 2004 Aug 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.16.18.24.10832]] |
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She's a mere glimpse of white and gray she's a Once-upon-a-timer I remember the plethora of her emotion prismatic, variable, and truly genuinely alive So many years have passed I see them go by drearily in her eyes I can feel the bland bleed from her pores she removed the fondness from me, to her the memories unfolded through dusty photographs surrounded by handwriting with heart-capped I's and ignorant ensembles within a book built in just four years working toward exploited dreams that may last lifetimes She's in the mood pulling our familiar priority in the more to play along with I used to motto... but now I play a safer tune with past visions anew as on the sin wave flowing down to infinite periods of pie time goes on, the numbers get old and so have I |