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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. Most now Being lost to memory The once corner house Stands tall and alone Old with gray boards In a gray field looking Sad and lonely My friend and I Are in long coats with Brimmed caps reminiscent Of the nineteen thirties Chris is bold Climbs the stairs Knocks on the door There are shadows Of heads suddenly At all the darkened windows One apparently a nephew With an ignorant face Comes out to stare at us Saying nothing In a scene Change all my friends More then than I knew I had Go seeking for you all over town Insistently asking questions There is one woman Finally from the back Seemingly intelligent Yet so much taller and whose Residually slender figure Is so much younger Than is conceivably possible That when she turns around It only confirms I do not know her Still though there was That long blond hair And so again In a warm dream On a cold night In late November Everyone I knew Still looks for you Better than you ever were . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Intense and beautiful. Margherita  |
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