A Pocket Full of Poesies: One Last Time

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Thursday, February 12, 2004

One Last Time

One Last Time This old place Is not the same Not one voice there To call my name A voice that meant You needed me But you're not here You ceased to be You left me here To cry alone Where you've gone Remains unknown It's cold, it's dark And I want to run But I can't leave yet Because I'm not done... Sign in to see full entry.

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