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Posted by Ian Kilfoil I lose her to the attack, I lose her to the pills, And I lose her to herself,
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on 4/22/2003, 9:35 pm, in reply to "Visit Our New Community Of Poetry Forums"
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I lose her to her father,
rage-aholic madman,
her confidence confiscated
by that thief of souls and hearts.
split second of rage,
her world shattered,
by those dark souls of evil.
silent little Banshees,
her conciousness taken,
by these tools of oblivion.
product of her past,
her future lost to the unknown,
by the broken pieces of her soul,
I lose her.
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