9-16-03

To this death what do I owe?

Simply a once loved soul.

Drowning tears, hovering fears run deep rivers in my mind as the rivers
begin to carve vast canyons of once good times.

Hopes filled my heart.
Interrupted by another start.

To this end what do I owe?

Only my soul.

Treasures hidden away, forbidden.
 
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