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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A light breaks upon A picture, long forgotten Deep within a room So, too the memory Of the one lying inside This glass covered tomb The smile that shines Through those lips Is for anything but this Please, not again Left behind the shadows Fallen, just before the kiss Love to the one you call mother The rest to the one you call father Never spared one for the other Won't you come down just a little farther? Mannequin resemblance reflecting From this floor of tile Seems to capture well the feeling Seeping from a shallow existence The dimming of light reveals Plainly the one left, still dancing Leaning from right to left, steals The floor, gliding through, aloof Love to the one you call mother The rest to the one you call father Never spared one for the other Won't you come down just a little farther? Serving well having perished from apathy Never to be forgotten again Left in a world Where rendered speechless Is abortion of thought Absolution of spirit Intertwines ignorance and dependency With the idea of change Left in a world Where the cries in your head Are deafened only by the pounding in your chest Blanketed with the ashes of your heart Grief subtly heaped upon grief Love to the one you called mother The rest to the one you called father Longing for one if not the other Not quite yet, just a little farther Serving well, to free them from their prison cell Creases and cracks make them seem just a little more real
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