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An ode to lost I am lost in the garth today, I no longer know the place, lone, I hear your sounds echoes, But when I go there, Desolation It slowly grows, I sit near the fountain, and try to forget you, But knowing that you are that memory, I fail each time, The space between us, Its now infinitely defined, The death, the stranger stares, I realize deep down, I am you. #ode #poem #review