Ah, I'm walking in a dream;
the silent shadow of my own long scream.
Pain and hurt mingle and I seem
to be in an empty and full,
at the same time, dream.
I want to call out or talk to someone, but who?
She's pulled away, my strength and security, she,
for reasons I understand no better than my own
The things she wants, I don't
But, without her I want nothing.
Have I come here against so soon?
gallagher
31 Aug 77
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