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Apr 2010
Where does despair go?
Does it vanish or disappear?
In the distance I can hear
the skulls chime in the wind--
hollow bones rattling like the
skeletons of my sin!

Try as you may
to blink away
the macabre, gray-green glare
of the death of your hopes:
So you are bound beneath
despair's, wicked, ragged, ropes.
Written by
Christina Gillam
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   Christina Gillam
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