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Hourglass

rejected before she could give cause.

 

needle highs surround as stale air hangs

yesteryear melodies and dust-glitter float aimless

 

emptiness echoes sorrow

and windows hide truth

people pass on by.

 

she came of age before time

to whispers of threat and empty promise

to young to understand, she kept it buried

masked

 

she was me and her life was mine.

◄ Crying out

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<Deleted User> (8730)

Thu 26th May 2011 09:44

good and real

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