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11-06-2009 05:42 AM ET (US)
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WE HAD IT ALL
It was here, in our grasp We could see it, feel it, touch it Something steadfast and solid Reassuring and comforting A constant, a given Something infinite and immeasurable
We had it all in our hands A living breathing thing That we gave life Our own creation, our new entity But we let it escape from our grasp Slowly slipping through our fingers Though we tried to recapture it It was illusive, like trying to net smoke It evaded our efforts
So now it's gone and nothing remains, Of that entity that was us Nothing tangible, nothing physical Only memories remain
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