Am I gone from your mind
Before I've left your sight
As you smile at my face
Do you curse at my back
Friend or enemy
I am none
And it falls to me
To wonder
If I could see myself
Oft as you admire
A piece of glass
Would I understand
That I am
That I ever was
Nothing
Save your problem
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
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