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The dog chased me
through the field,
tripping through the grass.
I fell down, down, down
into my lovers lap.
I looked into his eyes,
but felt nothing in his stare.
Maybe it wasn't him watching me,
Maybe he wasn't really there...
I touched his face
with my delicate hand,
but what I felt,
felt like sand.
I looked at him again
but the wind had blown him away.
He flew farther and farther away from me,
farther and farther every day.
I missed him at first,
but then got to think...
He loved me for the gifts I bore,
he loved me for the good I did,
he loved me for my mind and heart,
but he did not love me for my sins.
1997
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