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We promised each other forever.
I guess you had other ideas. And forever is a long time Now that you're gone. Here alone I keep the wolves at bay. And I'll wait. Hoping you'll come back. Hope is a lonely thing. It is consuming. A hungry thing, this hope. It has teeth that cut like knives. But to hope still I cling. When I promised you forever, I meant it. And forever I'll wait. Julie -May 18, 1997 |
