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From: mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (M.J.Hauck)
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Subject: Sad poems
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Date: Tue, 11-Dec-84 17:54:46 EST
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Posted: Tue Dec 11 17:54:46 1984
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Call to Death 12/10/84

Death, do you hear me?
	I call to the night
	For night is made for death
Shadows, hid not your terrors
	I seek out the horrors
	For shadows mask the reality
Cold blackness, the lack of life
	I reach forward groping
	For cold is the end of existence
Death, why must you hide?
	I desire the met you
	For death will give peace

Mary Hauck

My Hurt 12/11/84

The hurt was great, my spirit lost
	a void left when he ripped out my heart
	it will not heal, the wound is to large
	living is painful, when nothing is left
	The dream became a nightmare

A healing is trying to take place
	the bleeding has stopped
	Yet my heart is gone
	No trust is left, I'll never trust again
	I will survive, but not whole

Mary Hauck
May my spirit fly with yours
Please forgive, Its been a bad week.