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Monday, February 28, 2005 An Ode to Love a poem by gab caraon To the shadows, I belong That's where I've been, that's where I've gone To the darkness, I can sleep And when I wake, I start to weep To the abyss, I yearn to seek To seek the light that I believed To the shimmer, once I saw And gave that certain feel of awe To the memories, once I had You're in the past; you're free at last And to the love I thought I felt Won't you come back before my heart melts? |
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