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By A. Perkins Date: 2002 Nov 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.05.12.33.6923]] |
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Your offerings were hollow easily shattered by the naked sound of my heart breaking and yearning If there was love, you let it go If there was hope, you watched me fly away with it In the raw silence that has spilled over You have become a distant point on the horizon of a rocky shore I will not ache any longer to turn back the clock Just as I am sure you never did |