escapades of under-sexed vixens
October 16, 2001 Tuesday - 21:45
think of me, think of me fondly, when we've said good-bye
remember me, once in a while, please promise me you'll try
...if you ever find a moment, stop and think of me
think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned
imagine me, trying to hard to put you from my mind
recall those days, look back on all those times, think of all the things we'll never do...
- phantom of the opera, 'think of me'
time, will fade everything...
and nothing now will matter
and memory will quietly implode
in the glare of light that is Age
smile in the face of pain
not because it alleviates the hurt
it instead accentuates it
but it is so sad
and so beautiful
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