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Abandoned

Abandoned What stories will I see through thine eyes of ancient window panes? Does your sagging outward appearance cloud mine judgment Of your once sparkling glory? Oh but the tales, These old boards could creak. The sadness of a broken heart, tears of joy welcoming a new birthed babe, Sweets basked in fiery illuminations. Celebrate. Spill onto me your happenings. Like the webs spun on your now vacant Stillness. Unfold, pages..fluttering dryly Contents Worlds A lifetime. Tell me, oh structure The meaning of life. For life’s meaning, is that one day it Ends. Do not snuff the lights of closed doors.. But release stale airs of yesterday. Rejuvenate. You are arisen..

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