They lost my only key to a door
To an once-in-a-lifetime experience.
I, now, doubt my memory.
Maybe:
My recollections were -
are an illusion.
"No!"
Her voice still echos.
That will, and forever be,
The day I lost hope within my self.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
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