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Gone With the Wind
Author: godawful teen-angst poetry  PM
kudos to Margaret [insert last name here], to whom I owe the title. It's so true, though...so many things you take for granted can disappear in just a moment, just the time it takes to blink. Gone...gone with the wind...please kill me now before i choke
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 72 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 06-27-03 - id: 1341873
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Startling lack of pigmentation
I can see in cold gray eyes
Of yours;
Whisper to me darling
Once again
And you did
Cheek to mine in
Warmth of sun on wicker chairs
"I love you…"
But such things are, naturally, gone—
Gone with the wind.
Whisper to me darling
Once again
And I did
Cheek to yours in
Warmth of sun on cotton shirts
"I love you…"
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