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I miss me so much

silence

bitter refuse

in my overshadowed mind

looking for faces

that only my soul's memory knows

pebbling recrimination's lull

alone

night stalking my heartache

a stone's tears

bleed even numbness raw

the magic died

(if it was ever even there!)

starved to death it likely was

by our inability to make each other

understand

the others

most necessary needs....

(May 8,2000 645pm)