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Empty Room
She sat in the corner,
raven tresses fell tangled
before sullen features,
the book lie open face
down on the floor.
Somewhere in the background
old music played, remembered
records in dim lamp light
with shadows along the walls.
The window looked to an
outside appearing not to
exists, bruises in time would
learn to heal.
Cobwebs hung from ceiling
corners, dust gathered upon
the floor, a moment seemed
frozen in time, a back and white
photo.
Sorrow not hidden under
tattered lace veils, a dress
still worn moth eaten, alone
in a house that did not seem to
belong.
10:30 AM - 5/28/2006 -
Untitled Comment
beautiful
Soraya - 12:39 AM - 5/30/2006
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