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By Lydia Date: 2003 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.16.05.55.19069]] |
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Tragedy come quickly, I've lost my lucky star. Spare me the suspense and pull my heart out clean. Black robes and windy dreams - wake me from the lull. My darling has left me. All evidence is wiped free from proving; you ever loved me at all. My home is void of your smell. My mouth is parched from the loneliness. My body is a drought of love. My nightmare has ended. |