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| The Outcome Daylight awaits the torn hearts for they know not when, darkness stops and daylight starts They wrestle the demons of memorys past forgo the bewitching hour for love was almost within their grasp Wait on the tears listening to the heart churn await the cold night as ashes await the urn They know not what the next day will bring as they fritter and waste the hours away comes the new day they will dream a reminder of the passion Faraway stars watch from beyond as the death is quiet nary a sound uttered from the soul but indeed we know...the outcome Copyright C2001 Dennis Hicks Dennis~ |
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