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Feb 2010
I had offered my heart to you one day,
But by then you had given it away.
The pains of time realize with dismay,
Again it was cast out to be a stray.

The wells of my eyes and soul are finally dry
So nature cries for me as rain falls from the sky
I find devotion and loyalty falling in supply
And there lies no shelter to run to nearby.

The magic of emotion dwindling in disbelief
As I step down these final stages of grief.
Ten moons I have been blind victim to a thief
And I find myself leaving your coral reef.

Now I lack an essential essence to my soul.
No one to drive for or to share a goal
I become more pathetic sinking into this hole
And experiencing a lack of self control.

The harmony of my heart is again off key
And unless I am called upon I shall idle at sea
For six moons more as mind and heart agree.
Tis for safety at heart by the mind's decree.

Written: July 19, 2006 @ 10:27 AM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr
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