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Gone Away (Free verse) by Christof

How can I think of anyone but you? Your face, your mood, the trace of lilies; all this is remembrance. When you are dead, the grace of you will be gone not days or years. All time is calculation to make absence easier, evenings shorter, myself less alone. When I murmur 'only five days', my heart twists anti-clockwise.

Christof 12-Sep-02/9:02 AM
Maybe we have a misunderstanding - someone else used the word portentous and I in my paranoia ran away with it and thought you were accusing me of all sorts. Many apologies.




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