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Once again I am alone In this cold, empty house. Just one simple night Of misguided warmth and affection... And passion. Now love is finally dead, And it was I who prolonged Its suffering, And I who struck the final blow. But I mourn its passing. I am free, like a bird, Finally free to soar... Yet I am grounded, Weighed down by guilt, Paralyzed with fear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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