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| Corpse How quaint the melody silence brings- here I sit and watch the world pass by. Realizing too late I should be there, but to be the spectator is far more romantic than living for the day. I think I like this place. The walls are bare; wooden floors groan beneath my feet. Nothing to distract- No modern comforts, only me. I draw on the wall faces I�ve seen Birthing a world of my design Yet they can only sit and stare dumbly. I am alone. ~Vicki Somers |
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