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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Bought and sold Come listen, come listen to this winds final gasp As a woman scurries from sight, While the tempered glow of a dying flame Shows the mass of nothing in her cold, dark face Streetlights brighten the silent shadows Held quiet as dusk approaches, But hear the sounds of far off voices Greeting the moons arrival For she bares the sin of classic doubt Of those unnamed in her quiet house, And waters wash away the aimless souls When the lies for tomorrow are bought and sold Into the hour this darkness falls In a hush of the cool of the night; And like thoughts foretold shes holds a dream Lost in a memory past It dwells not in an instant of time nor place, Nor deep in her life's encounter, Nor where a midnight so soundless waits For a tomorrow that never comes Leave her to think of lost respect, When emotion vanishes from thought; But forever is kept this moment of doubt With those who are bought and sold Hold faith forever between hope and desire Until her dreams subside Until she trembles to the touch of a hand And is haunted by those things within Listen as it ticks upon the wall, a clock A clock of age and design, While on busy streets to hidden alleys She waits for day's arrival For gone is t he sound of winds final gasp, Here in the cool morning breeze, When fate decrees its dark design To the lies that are bought and sold.
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