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Fintan O' Toole May 2016
Scar lit and neon burned
each night's a lesson learned
an empty footstep
she stands beside the curtain

mind wide then swept aside
tiny tears on tiny eyes
a shadow falls
she sees the lights

hope is floating
just another coating
she feels a tug
she smells the sweat
she twitches once
born to forget
this moment

never in a liars dream
could she believe such a scene
thoughts overwhelmed her
as she blinked

Suddenly it's not a dream.

— The End —