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Strange, the company graves keep
Contributed by
glu1
on
Tuesday, 17th January 2006 @ 03:48:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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The shattered remains of my heart
Crawled together, but petrified
Took on roots, in a grievous orchard
Of spite and shadowed agony
And with it
Turned a shade of crimson-
Black
Cloaked in red velvet
But a beating stone
Carved upon; the name of my loss
And sitting cold with the others
A cemetery of anathema
Where darkest ravens, keep watch
In the tormented trees
They watch
As bitter winds whist
The veil
And those tortured wooden fingers
Clasp at the swirling sky
No church bells ring out
A silent echo of what was
No, none but the smell of decay
And loneliness
Copyright ©
glu1
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2006-01-17 15:48:30]
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Re: Strange, the company graves keep
(User Rating: 1 )
by Fernanda_F_Rocha on
Tuesday, 17th January 2006 @ 04:09:15 PM AEST
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A lonly lament excellently written.
Very good work
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