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Thursday, 23 March 2017

[Poem] Into the misty distance

Teardrops fall slowly,
Like dew rolling off leaves,
Landing on satin sheets.

The heart bleeds,
Through Cupid's arrow tip,
Painting her lace red.

Dashes hopes fall
Between the cracks of time,
Darkening the fantasies

As she watches you fade,
From her dream and life,
Into the misty distance.

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