Dear
somebody,
Today a
nobody....but once my world
Today the random 27th...
You died today for me....and every year this day you will die afresh...
Mystique....
Masked are my feelings, for now...I care not to seek the normal
litany...Yet etched are your words in my memory...like foolish hearts that
lovers carve on trees....
You are dead....I wish I could delve in.. to the abyss and remain..
But you're like a fish that floats on the Dead Sea....
Like warped wires waiting for some Samaritan to clip them.
My mind recollects of times...what memories once gave solace...now compel me to
question... Were you true?
Oh nobody...you're existence is now a parody for me...
Be gone. Be gone.
Or as the Bard said 'get thee gone'
Adieu.
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