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Mar 2015
I like solitude
The past walks with me
It lives with me
900 years ago there was nothing here
No hotel
No theme parks
No promenade
Just a beach; nets hanging out to dry
Armored vessel's in the bay
I will never forget the consumption of my body
Tainted
Nor
Cleansed
Love confounded me; it wasn't despair, it was bliss
The face of the mirror had more substance than a wraith
Yet I knew it could not exist; nor could I
For I am infamous
Leaching off of people to dispel my death
I am a time borrower
I am a display
Merely a face of time its self
Mourning for my
Kirchwasser
© Keith Lake 3/31/15
Keith A Lake
Written by
Keith A Lake  United States
(United States)   
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