I gathered what was left
After once again I was right
She was honest
Her love was counterfeit
Towards my being
Which is now nothingness.

She erased the lyrics
Now I see my imprint
How big an impression
Today her disassociation
The phone did not ring
Watch how I disappear.

04/21/2007

Author's Note: See if you can figure out the (kinda) form I used.

Posted on 04/21/2007
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