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His work was never done!His work was never done,even after his death,still weighed down in chains,he found the other skeleton staff.
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dangling thoughts!
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Whistles blow in foggy London.His shadow creeps across,blotting out her light;so did the cloudshide the sun.In the clearing,shrieks of terror cries,wh..
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The legacy.
The symbol of loneliness
evident
on her leaving;
her legacy.
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Well! It all started yesterday.Yesterday always found a waysneaking into today,unannounced;with no invitation,even creeping up on tomorrow.Meanwhile N..
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This shot was taken when I was.....Time castsits spellson those consumedwith dreams;framed,mounted,in a pictureof their own makings.
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The cover up?The cover upalong side her sacred grounds; observing slim panties wasno concealment for evermore...... wondering.
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Her prism.His colours enteredher prism of loverefracting whiteempty, discarded;blank memories.
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Leave a message!The phone to her heartalways engaged;the love line busy. Her message short;" Leave a message after the beat!"" I'll get back to you...
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The Attic. The Attic contained all my thoughts but no-one ..
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