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So I am
Alone at last
Where footsteps echo
Through halls of shadows
Where sunbeams stir dust
In empty walls.

 

So set the sun
On this darkest day
When every sound calling my name
Speaks with your voice
Turning tragedy
To mock my travesty.

 

If I close my eyes
May I only close them
This final night.

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You 'WOW!' me!!

You 'WOW!' me!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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VERY GOOD!

VERY GOOD!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "