Friday, March 21, 2008


Wrap your soul inside this shadow
For it does not weep or falter

It is hollow within
A ghost
Of former years

A vacant remnant of history
Clings to the silhouette
That once held her body

Touch your hand upon her heart
And feel her withered spirit
Afraid to let go of her wrinkles

For they are all that remain
And perhaps
Her only saving grace

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