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Written January 6th, 1999
my heart whispered.
my feet flew far, far away and left me standing,
rooted to the spot.
his eyes looked at some distant object.
mirrored in them was a face not my own.
hers was strewn with tears, sobbing unashamed.
where did the time go?
when did it happen?
it's too late to change my soul.
and the buyer must go.