and it opened the gates of memory,
and down its lane i recalled,
that very first day we met,
and angel in distress she was,
in search of a sit at a public library,
and to our table stood a space,
and the wolves howled,
and heads turned onto her,
full moon time to hunt it was,
and with ease i slid to her life,
but now into another mans' arms she runs,
and to his bed she lies,
for i was but an error,
that happened to be wrote in her history,
easy to erase and forget,
and life soldiers on,
like nothing ever happened,
and i know somewhere out there,
lies another lonely locket,
sad and cold like that i know,
to complete my world..
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