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descending so seamless

the light gives up all she treasures

to the great greed of the dark

sadness cries out her fate

upon the slumped shoulders of helplessness

and it is I who is the subsequent puddle

pooling now at the injured feet of despair

wishing

oh always wishing

how it is me who is left slumped over there

all a coat of coldness

draping my heart

my former dramatic animation

now a dull stilled pen

tipped mid page

a portrait now am I

though without any durable paint

Imagine the stagnation of such self regret

Pity

she leaves a glove of tears

large enough to have bathed

even Beuwolf's impressive hands

(July 31,2003 1204am)