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Thursday, June 10, 2010

AN ETERNITY OF REGRET



She slipped outta her deathbed
And outta the window,
Up the street
And onto the ghostly bus
That he missed.

She gazes now
In a stare,
Sulking,
Mourning
The lonely ride.

Games of hide-n-seek
And the broken Chinese doll
Are etched in the shallows of her mind.
Deeper wade
Betrayals, unforgivable sins
And one sea-side stroll.

Already thirst is strangling
And the heat unrelenting.
With her head in her lap,
She begins an eternity of regret.

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