Forgive and Forget
By a90
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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It all goes to naught.
Thrown around and around
Until I can bear it no more.
The door stands closed
As the red blurs my vision.
What did you think?
That it would be forgotten?
Just like that?
I'm sorry but your gentle breeze
Cannot quell my fire.
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