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And the sun shone in, warming up the already baked stones

And, I still remember the way your hair fell into your eyes

How you would smile while jumping from this topic to that

Never staying with one thing more than a few moments

Never would you waste your precious time

So, I sat, entranced.. enrapture

Listening to the litany of your voice

How the words would pour forth with no dam

And you spoke of verse, and I would write

But, always I would remember how you were a black hole

How you took all giving nothing back

You drained me wholly

For your own purposes

And, I remember you'd laugh

and Laugh... because nothing could touch you

Not a word you said was true..

Though, I laugh, because,

I didn't know it at the time

Always, I saw you the the most holy of lights

But, you never were what I thought you were

Though, is anyone?

So, I'd come to write many ballads after you,

Beautiful Girl...

Haunting Girl...

So much to me,

As a black hole would be...