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Almost Gone
Forgone conclusions
present
Love,
heaven sent,
departed
Was that sorry on my breath?
Somehow,
You knew I couldn't stay
Love
Yes love
Taste bitter when it's gone
Pieces of me
Scattered about
Swept away
In silver lined reflections
Yes Sunshine
It was so very special
So very true
Hold on, hold on
Staring at the wall...I'm almost...gone
© 2002 Dennis Hicks
