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Ombra
Here's the truth.
I frittered away my heart
On bits and pieces
Women who said 'ok'
Only to find
I never gave it at all.
No, wait.
It wasn't my discovery,
But yours.
'Finders Keepers'
As it were,
But only after
I insisted.
X no longer marks the spot.
I'm a ghost town,
With empty gold mines.
'Whoowee that sure was great once'
Maybe someday
You'll take your kids to visit
And they'll just say
"Why are we here, mama?"
Who knows if you'll have an answer
You won't need one.
It's just a shadow,
And shadows never hurt anyone.
