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The Secret Place
The Secret Place
Merging with shadows
...in he creeps
pushes aside heavy black velvet
slouches on his stools purple brocade seat
wrought iron legs
creak scrape
over varnish stripped floor
Immaculate fingers
flick a switch
he is.... all lit up
lines,bags, jowls
leap out at him
the bare bones
a husk of who he really is
...
Sunday 25th September 2011 9:14 pm
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