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Monday, July 11, 2005
An echo fades into the night,
an eerie mournful sound.
A shooting star disappears from sight,
and I crumble to the ground.
There is no life within this garden;
my sobs are the only sound.
I have poisoned the honeyed fountain
where your love could be found.


Dazed, I stare at the stars above,
my grieving howls fill the night!


I remember how it used to be
when we shared our fears and delights.
You are a treasured friend to me.
How can I make things right?



Feeling afraid, cold and lonely,
I long to tell you how I feel,
but you don’t want to hear me.








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