There was a time you had it all –
The undiluted lot.
And, though you know that all must fall,
You thought that you would not;
You thought you’d always float above
The unforgiving plane,
And life would be a thing of love
Instead of grief and pain.
But now you see how wrong you were;
You crawl upon the ground,
And life is but a yellow blur
And makes a hollow sound.
You tell yourself you’ve loved and lost,
And now it’s time to meet the cost.
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Husk
