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The Past
What once was
Will never be again.
The blackened soul,
Speaks only of the past.
Where, who, but when?
Along the line of time
It began to fall.
The innocence is gone,
Crying only for the past.
But did it take it all?
Existing somewhere else,
It has gone and came.
The loss bleeds through,
Hurting only for the past.
It’ll never be the same.
I couldn’t make it last.
September 19, 2002
