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The Last Dance

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What is that, lingering on my tongue whilst you smoke rings of thunder through the air?

This garden is busy – birds bursting with song in twilight hours, as if to lift a heavy heart 

But there is no music in the sky tonight, just the stench of starvation

Hunger for before, between then and now – this very minute

And I, sat here with nothing but memories to feast on

Quietly look upon your face and see contentment

You have no appetite – no fire 

and your skin is blue with cold

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3 responses »

  1. I love the name of your blog! I should have expected something cool like that from a good writer 🙂

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