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I sometimes wake Cold and confused Mesmerized by abandoned dreams And things left Unspoken I sometimes laugh Heartily and with all My being Remembering all the little quirks That made us Great I sometimes stare Blankly and thoughtfully Into the distant space Pondering all the Buried reasons We'll never unearth I sometimes cry Long and uncontrollably At all the reminders And memories I hate Cherishing Sometimes it hurts Reaching the end of the road Of the agonizing journey Only to find Nothing Heather McKay poetic_sadness@hotmail.com |
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