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Alone
She always stood alone in a corner of the room.
Often she would notice a fleeting murmur from pointing eyes.
A peripheral to the hub of life that would heighten the night.
She’s gone now and after a quiet funeral,
her wake soon turns into a party
with empty corners.
Often she would notice a fleeting murmur from pointing eyes.
A peripheral to the hub of life that would heighten the night.
She’s gone now and after a quiet funeral,
her wake soon turns into a party
with empty corners.
Published 10th Jul 2010
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Anonymous
10th Jul 2010 8:34pm
i like this very much, this is what will be said about me!!!! Hey are you talking about me?
11th Jul 2010 5:49am
