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Bullet Paced and Teary Faced

There she sits

in an empty lounge

of the dark ward

thick tears

hitting the ground

bullet paced

 

muffled sniffles

she keeps her hope hidden

buried

so that sanity

appears to be in tact

 

oh serenity

where have you been

she questions fate

it’s been a while

 

calamity has been her only peer

illness was her weakness

she could never let go

from those thoughts of desire

 

and so she whispers

in her broken french

je t’aime mon amant presque

all is quiet

but nothing forgotten

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Posted by on December 11, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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