vested in these arms...you possess
the power to move my soul
wavering...in disbelief
over this place...i used to know
Strangers, they could call us...
but the hurt won't forget...the source of our pain.
The tears keep falling...like Autumn......

Wild thoughts...we've yet to tame...
Candles, still burning...
Trying to extinguish....the Fire.
The hurt...as I reclaim
realizing the pain...of my desires...

Unattainable Love.

9-27-96

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