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Another ghost, Laid to rest And in it all A human host Laid, festering Waiting for another to call

Did you notice? Is spat in that most detestible manner, Do you think I noticed? Your favourite phrase, Only when your praise, is Unduely due. No my dear i did not notice. Obviously it appears I care not, That you may have any done I shall be none that wiser. Consider thought that you do not look Enough to notice, well did you?

And within that cheering screen So full of exaltation, Exclaiming, "CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WIN!" An inexplicable feeling of sorrow Striking a deep resonant core chord Resounding on the streets of that drummed in life. A meaning known to you, and yet, set aside. And that same jubilant screen, acknowledging this Aims to cure that cruel coldness, as it was told Asking (confident of 'Yes') "DO YOU WANT TO PLAY AGAIN?" Blissfully unaware, that, perhaps One day, you may decide enough is enough Step out of the screen, of dying pixels Click the morbid mouse t'wards , 'NO.' Maybe one day. Maybe.

Anne, why is it so sad? Anne, where were all the smiles? Anne, did life really seem so bad? Anne, why are there so many Miles between you and me, Cliched horribly like the sea, On different levels, places, times And making bloody poems rhyme. Anne, was it worth it? Anne, are you smiling now? Anne, tell me, did you care for my wit? Anne, was i wrong to see in Opposites? Yet never again. Broken and crushed. Fluid in a pen's tears. Anne, why am I so sad? Anne, Anne... Anne, don't tell me any more I can work it out now, clearer then before! Anne...it's You.

     So I walks right up to her,      So I marches in there, and I says      I says "Ma'am, Sign me up for the          Loveology classes, would ya?"      And that taut receptionist,      Shining her name t'wards me      Kerry asks, she asks " Sir,      Sir did you fill out the form?,        and all the medical information,          &#

                       That silent grace,                       The noble words,                       Never mistaken,                       Hardly Misheard.                       A quiet sadness,                       In silence etched.                       Drawn though your thoughts                       Like a piecing dart,                       A simple rhyme for you                       Laying Kind meaning, and                       Healing hard hearts.                       Yet hope one day, peace,                       Cooling the emptiness.                       Happy at last.                       You

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