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Random Nothingness
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June 2004 Poetry Traces...
although he's not here.
When your world falls apart.
Looking at you,
bad reflections,
work it out,
silent stranger.
I don't need you,
secrets.
Where we stand,
waiting on lips,
mine forever.
What could have been,
it had to be done,
you used to love me.
Absolute nothingness,
just one minute more.
~*~ Jill ~*~
