Surrender
.
t
o
.
shame,
.
.
I
.
.
savor
.
t
h
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.
pain . . .
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.
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savor
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pain,
.
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f
.
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every
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vibrant
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d
a
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that
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suddenly
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begins
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fill
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w
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gray . . .
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begins
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.
rain . . .
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begins
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begins
.
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bleed
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w
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.
rain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ surrender
.
t
o
.
shame,
.
.
I
.
.
savor
.
t
h
e
.
pain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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.
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o
.
shame,
.
.
I
.
.
savor
.
t
h
e
.
pain . . .
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–
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.
.
.
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o
f
–
–
–
all
.
t
h
e
.
fun
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a
n
d
.
laughter,
.
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t
h
a
t
.
begins
.
t
o
.
fade . . .
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–
–
.
.
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o
f
–
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–
all
.
t
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.
neglect
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t
h
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t
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begins
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t
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stain . . .
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.
.
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f
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all
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t
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joys
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w
h
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c
h
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never
.
came
.
t
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.
stay . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
~ surrender
.
t
o
.
shame,
.
.
I
.
.
savor
.
t
h
e
.
pain . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Surrender
.
t
o
.
shame,
.
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I
.
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savor
.
t
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pain . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
.
f
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a
.
part
.
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f
.
you
.
here
.
y
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t
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still
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remains . . .
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–
–
.
.
.
~ a
part
.
o
f
.
you
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here
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s
t
i
l
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remains . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
will
.
n
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t
.
allow
.
y
o
u
r
.
spirit
.
t
o
.
drift
.
away . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
.
will
.
n
o
t
.
allow
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y
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r
.
memory
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t
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.
fade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
.
will
.
n
o
t
.
allow
.
y
o
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r
.
memory
.
t
o
.
fade . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
for
.
each
.
a
n
d
.
every
.
day
.
t
h
a
t
.
remains
.
I
.
w
i
l
l
.
surrender
.
t
o
.
shame,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
savor
.
t
h
e
.
pain.
Reflection: This was a melancholy-themed poem that I wrote back in January of 2002 where the affected party continues to honor and keep alive the memory of someone that really meant something to him or her – even though it tends to taint, weigh, and have a negative impact on his/her life. At times, those who go away, you love and appreciate even more today.