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HOLLOW HALLS
She drags tired heels
across a tainted floor,
poise slightly bowed
and her back is sore.
She holds on her face
a cold marble stare,
a hard life engraved
upon cheeks once so fair.
Her faulting movements,
once graceful; divine,
her aching limbs now
with guile, defy
her final performance
on this dark empty stage,
memories fleeting
of a much better age...
Sunday 28th June 2015 9:36 am
END OF THE LINE
The heat of a sultry summers day
and the news wasn’t good,
you were going away.
Vow’s made by the lovers brook
are just trickling memories
of a love that you took.
A heart that once was full of life
is now but an empty shell
on the edge of a knife.
A vignette, closing in on a world,
as into the deep dark abyss
my mind was hurled.
Dreams and g...
Wednesday 17th June 2015 11:43 am
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