Lee-Ann Azzopardi

August 20, 1970- Detroit
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Of What Used to Be

The days drag into infinity
As solitude grabs my neck
And takes me somewhere unknown
I could fight back, but I don't have the strength
I'm imprisoned with joyous memories
But that's what they are
Little tortures of what used to be
When happiness could be a new heaven
Just me and you that mattered
Now, I see everything painted with blue
For the tears are those colours
No more pinks and oranges for pleasure
As the endless indigo night is upon me
Clouding my sight
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