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Porcelain.
Whispers traveled the corridors,
Anxiety filled the air -
And there in the corner, she lay
As fine as a porcelain,
With skin as cold as ice.
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Nobody dared to approach
But anyone could see,
The pills that lay nestled -
Within the palm of her hand.
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And in the midst of all the tension,
The silence seemed to overwhelm -
Those who looked on wanted to run,
Th...
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:42 am
Grips of Depression.
Beneath a dull, greying sky - I lay, and I watch -
You stand there on hard earth
With your outstretched arms,
Beckoning me close,
And within your eyes -Â resides a coldness,
And I dare say -Â
Belies a desperation, a vanity that encloses your heart.
Your face is a scarred mass of distrust,
And you're twisted and crippled
Yet, you've lived on -
In an endless parade of in...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:35 pm
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