In The....
In the desolate place of my mind dwells
the thoughts of a lost love.
In the vast desert of my soul
grows a pain fed by hurt.
In the emptiness of my heart lives
a sorrow of past deceptions.
In the halls of my mind, heart and soul
lives the real person I do not wish to know.
For pain, hurt and deception is all it knows
Jm07/18/06
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