a love poem

Posted: June 22, 2010 in POEMS /futility of words
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you fell in love

with a shooting star

I had lost all my light

long before we met

you fell in love

with the burning light

the last few spurts of life

it was all over

even before we met

now all that is left is

dry ashes and traces

of what was me

burnt out star

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