vanishing act by Richard Trotter Gone to leave an empty space can't do the things I did, nor answer calls or chase, debts round a spiral star gone from this acrid place, too sweet for me to dull. Architects can build a mask of the person I aspire for them, a simple task drain out poisons and gather, tears in a golden flask to restore a silent heart. 04/19/2003 Posted on 03/03/2004 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)