By: Kyle Foott
Competition Year: 2012
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I live in the shadows with my souls apart,
It's but a matter of time 'till the last one departs,
I can live without music, beauteous song,
For it's something less real for which my pieces long,
I can hold in my mind, if but for a flash,
A vision of you before it turns to ash,
Torn with my pain and burned with my fire,
Your beauty forgotten amidst my desire,
Were you ever real, or are you of my make,
In my mind you were perfect but all you did was take,
From me all that I had, everything of worth,
And now I am doomed to the shade of this Earth.
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