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i can feel the seclusion
the pain that you feel
in this dimlighted room. I don't know
if you are crying inside. I melt
My being melts. Yet somehow i stand
before the dying spectacle- a farewell of you
the rythm of high and low
the song of death it is.
I don't know if you're afraid at all
or are you at ease to go from here
will you not bid me goodbye
I'll miss your touch. Surely
I will.
(a tribute to a friend who passed away)