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contest Nameless,Nightmare,Neglect Words
sponsor Constance La France
Nameless
The years of youth lost...unrecoverable,
from a life of debauchery.
Where all the faces are now nameless.
From the fresh scent of Spring,
through the endless Summers,
and the romantic Autumns,
to the warm blankets of Winter
All have come and gone,
like the wind or a passing storm
that drenched the days and nights,
in layers of passionate interludes
that have become hollow memories,
like a shooting star that burned brightly
then gone, fading to black,
leaving nothing but an after-image
as a reminder that bled the soul
and came with the price of loneliness,
where a hole in the heart grew larger
and could never be filled,
it's where nothing lived long,
and the toll was silent pain,
from the highs and lows
when passion was bartered
to heal the wounds that cut deepest,
when the heart was young and innocent
and became a traveler, seeking different realms,
finding fool's gold, held in the hands of a court jester,
who sat alone in a crowd, counting shadows,
that are mere nameless faces,
from yesterday's empty illusion of passion
that turned cold and distant once expressed.
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