Take away the dreams
relentless and in spiral
decaying
that once could feed someone
Now remaining fears
stumbling
Once I could find myself
hear the sound of my tears
and know the taste of my dreams
that once could feed someone
Some things can't be undone
and when they're too many
it's a sign that it's too late
Nothing Woman. Wasn't she something?
Colors of the rainbow in each memory
and still the emptiness of black & white pictures
Wasn't she something? Nothing Woman
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