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Here I Sit
November 5, 2002

Here I sit
Without a face,
And without a name,
Unable to remember
From whence I came
And with my wounded soul
Brimming with shame

Here I sit
With a longing face,
And a hurtful name,
Waiting for you to be my diamond
That we may end this silly game
And in a golden silence,
Become one and the same