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4d
I lost touch with myself
so many centuries ago
that the tears don't mean much now
they visit briefly like strangers
without meaningful expression
and when they leave
I dream of a heavenly past,
glorious days of the heart
filled with a passion for living

but only faint echoes remain
and I curse this dimly lit corridor
I have entered
seemingly with no end.
Written by
Bennett
53
   Rick
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