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My first, and only, constanza |
![]() Bitter tears from bitter eyes fall in a puddle upon the floor, pain lingers from the time before. His voice she hears from down the hall, forces her soul to cringe, then numb. Her only choice is to succumb. She stumbles and begins to crawl across the floor where her tears fell; seeking redemption from this hell. Memories hanging on the wall left to torture and haunt her mind; dark visions of a past unkind. Left alone with no hope at all just remnants of moral decay; prepared not to live through the day. Source: http://www.writing.com/main/redirect.php?redirect_url=http://www.shadowpoetry.com/... |