Thoughts On Cemetery Ridge
You are the beautiful antique room,
half-open, decayed by light and familiar gazes.
Lace curtained windows, like eyes that see only the past,
you offer wistful, paltry promises of enclosure,
but as the wind whispers through the cracks in your walls,
you are too cold to offer life.
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