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No undoing what was done.... |
| TO RATHER NOT REMEMBER See red, drink the taste of gall. The glass, despair within is tall. In tears, yet far too many cried. Those years, decade that I tried. I knew a woman-- Have all been fortunately so unfortunate? She held her beauty well-- Am I by myself alone? And her beauty I beheld-- Can I be within, without? All I knew was her.... My self, I struggle to collect. Her self, though shallow, stands erect. Be lost, the pieces of her lies. 'til death, remembering her eyes. |