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A symbol of a long dead dream

I polish it from time to time
In little ways you can say it keeps my mind

But

But I

I do not wish for a long last kiss
Nor do I entertain with what I once missed

I do not ask for your ear to hear
Or for the fantasy to reappear

I've been in this shape for a thousand days
With little light thru the haze

I've been sitting at the bottem of the tree
Yet the apple has failed to seed

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one thousand ninety three days
Date: Thursday, 1st March 2007 @ 01:19:40 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: rhei76
I wear this thing
A symbol of a long dead dream

I polish it from time to time
In little ways you can say it keeps my mind

But

But I

I do not wish for a long last kiss
Nor do I entertain with what I once missed

I do not ask for your ear to hear
Or for the fantasy to reappear

I've been in this shape for a thousand days
With little light thru the haze

I've been sitting at the bottem of the tree
Yet the apple has failed to seed



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