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this wonder of emotion has left me upon the dusted tracks to nowhere
again i find myself striding upon the path to the ghost town called "Alone"
in this town the company stands at five,
me
myself
I
the shadows
my echoing voice
the beds are non-existing, sleep a restlist dream soon forgotten
and sorrow stands in every field keeping the crows far at bay
the well has seen better days that have worn away
nothing alive dare i stay to linger there
stopped where i stand but still running circles
i contemplate if an end will come
or if it has already swept though as one of the bone touching silent winds
in this place i have been in for so long and forever returning
i would call it my home, this town of "alone"
for it bares no bars aside from the frozen ones i staked
to make me wish to never leave again...
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Comments (1 Comments)
- fefy_5620 - 07/06/2010
- estos sentimientos son comunes para mi...la profundidad de este escrito lo transforman en una bella creacion
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