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Lackingby Robin Everything's screwed, My perception is blind, Things once always there I'm unable to find. All that was certain Is falling apart, Everything depended on, Destroyed by the heart. What is there to know now, What is there to see, When all I was made of Is so far from me. ~February 15, 1999
Everything's screwed, My perception is blind, Things once always there I'm unable to find.
All that was certain Is falling apart, Everything depended on, Destroyed by the heart.
What is there to know now, What is there to see, When all I was made of Is so far from me.
~February 15, 1999
© 2002 villanelle219 est. July 1998 version 2 Oct. 1999 version 3 April 2002
