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        questions

        silently watching you slipping away
                   dignified and weak
        sadness sinks into my heart
                   where love and joy once reigned
        why were you chosen?
        why were you given five other chances
                    to end like this, so young?
        what do I tell the children?
        what do I tell my arms,
                    yearning to hold you?



the rustic gates
Information about the first Illusionist!
the definition of illusionism
the evolution of my poetry
a scroll of poem titles
naviation of non-illusionistic sites
a scroll of entertainment of a illusionistic nature
A poem by a modest friend



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