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7/6/2009

I sit here and stare at my forgotten mistress
Those long hours into the dark night,
Words spilled so quickly, passions swirled around in my mind.

And now, oh even as I think of now,
The words slowly slip from my grasp, walking backwards into the tunnel
Oh the tunnel, so long and dark before the light.

I long for the days of passion, of fire
Of ability, of want
The days before apathy and shoulders wore on,
The days before you.

Now even I am missing, wandering the paths we walked
Images and words crushing my soul, one second later
Dreams, the future, everything I knew,
Was wrong.

My mind goes blank once more
Random thoughts, always the same ending
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