Where wilt thou goest next
when the grass is stale and the salty air
has lost it's seductive flavor?
Sweetest one,
You leave me now
amongst the wolf-like villians.
I'm lost and scared and left unrepaired
with not a shoulder to cry on.
Loving one,
Three-fourths of me art lost.
Your heart is pure but you are unsure
of what next you should love.
Tragic one,
I see thee now lost within the shadows.
You've swallowed the lie and have no way out
so now we must part our sorrows.
Copyright 1997
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