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 | Passing Thoughts | | by rascat1 | | published on Sep 19, 2008 | Where once you walked,
You walk no more,
A fleeting glimpse,
Through an open door.
A distant memory,
That's all you seem,
A passing thought,
A fading dream.
An empty space,
Within my heart,
That's where the pain,
Begins to start.
It almost seems,
My heart will break,
But the pain eases,
And becomes an ache.
Till like a dream,
So eagerly sought,
Your memory becomes,
A passing thought. |
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