Another End

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.

(For my love, Clint)

Upon my brow weighs

heavy the strain

Of trudging through this

heartfelt pain.

Promises broken leave

invisible scars

That eventually tears most

good things apart.

Once everything crumbles

how can one rebuild

a foundation solid for

love to refill?

Once dreams have been

snatched by the blowing wind;

Can they ever be found to

be dreamt once again?

Copyright ©1997

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