walking with a little poetic licence
Friday, September 06, 2013
Listen
Broken Doll,
Heart of black tar.
Melting,
Melting,
Disappearing. No More!
A friend,
In silence,
Ghost from the past.
Speaking,
Listening,
She hears. At last.
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