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Little Legend


The scorching fullness of sunlight bursts to life just outside

A narrow hall clad in bland shades of color penetrating

Mind frames traveling over thoughts as dark as the night

That came before-

Encumbered by images, yet emotionless-

Groaning like a creaky chair- draped with freshly laundered

Linens- I crawl from shadows

With a tongue that’s dusty and parched


No words of mine

Could possibly capture- the frosted pane

Of indifference cast over eyes swept

By the ocean- Yet they smolder inside

Ashy with embers

That Burn, (burn) this tumbling house


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