Decay
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Decay,
Destruction, crumbling into ruin, decomposing;
My soul would wither and shrivel away,
Without words and poetry creating;
These eyes are for dreaming and writing.
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June 12, 2015
Rhyme Verse
Written by Broken Wings
Visual #1
For the contest, Through Your Eyes, sponsor, Nette Onclaud
Fourth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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