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Friday, October 14, 2011

0339

Hush
With not an echo
To reverberate the depths
Of thoughts and feelings
Held close
For not a soul to fathom

Stare
Empty, whitewashed walls
Castles and thrones
Buried in the sand
Time and tide, forsaken tunes
What had been now is not

Sigh
Live another day
To trace ebbing memories
And wonder aloud if
Cure was the prevention
The extension of a million maybes

Breathe
A tentative hope
For all the soles worn out
And hearts caved in

Another hour
Another possibility


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