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1.21.2004 

Amongst the ruins of the day, The tiring of the sun Leaves a worn out soul. Lost in time and reality, Overarched by his hole for her. Filling it in part this day. Filling it in whole ever presently. Miles accenting her absence, Memoirs of wonders rehearsing days gone by. Giving peace as dark enters the eyes, Granting strength For the gap between then and now.

1/21/2004 11:25:00 AM |

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