My life passes. At times I feel so incomplete, very empty.
This may be my last of words unfailing.
To be a fool I know, but my heart still beats.
Not for you, just what I say.
To deep, I think not.
If a lady of fair were mine maybe my words would never speak .
So shallow I feel, at times to much to bear.
I put nothing on those who read what I think.
It's just me. I say
Is this good night or more if tommorow should not be.

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