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Before opening the door of the lost Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek Its warmth melt the forlorn depths of my heart Only emptiness remaining Leaving the soul hollow and soiled No longer the betrayer love control my emotions Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world So, pardon if soon I speak no more As I ponder for a reason to live I pause before entering the entrance way of the ghosts And only a backward glance do I give Gazing into the fourth dimension Looking back, I see what was What is And what will be no more Only a  backward glance do I give Before stepping through the vanishing door All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Mar. 13, 2017
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
Only a Backward Glance do I give
Before opening the door of the lost Perchance I will find the healing salve I seek Its warmth melt the forlorn depths of my heart Only emptiness remaining Leaving the soul hollow and soiled No longer the betrayer love control my emotions Bitterness the ruler of my isolated world So, pardon if soon I speak no more As I ponder for a reason to live I pause before entering the entrance way of the ghosts And only a backward glance do I give Gazing into the fourth dimension Looking back, I see what was What is And what will be no more Only a  backward glance do I give Before stepping through the vanishing door All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Mar. 13, 2017
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
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