Poetry Blog by Abi Thomson (death)
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Tick tock, tick tock, thump, thump, thump
They marched in and took your heart, once filled with redness and vibrancy,
They took your bright soul and purpose on this rosy spectacle sphere of land and sea
And shred and bled until nothing remained.
But darkness, blackness and emptiness
A lifeless glance returns the favour in the mirror
Ash piles, a distinguished fire
Prison, some call it ...
Tuesday 13th October 2015 7:23 pm
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