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Not Quite There
She's drained, she's black and white
She's not even really there
They can all see she's fading
Just accept it, pass on by
She's something not quite solid
Seems to float upon the breeze
Ripples and rhythms of nothing
Only recognised subconciously
Can't quite see her, never hear her
She can't feel you, sees it all
Wouldn't care if she disappeared for a while
But you sure will miss her when she's dead and gone.
you have to be the most talented writer on this site. AMAZING work. made me cry, your poems continue to amaze me all the time...no matter how many times i read them, a new door opens and i see it differently everytime. wow