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Jan 2013
The burden in my Heart
is also for our good Name.
I always knew they would close down the shop.
The City Guilds sweeping shadows.
A man in a Trilby hat dot's what's left of our pride,
he plays fickle to our once Emporbium,
sanguine like dishes of indisposition
should bicker with the hand sewn purple curtains,
like a sacrament permitted just that once
at the time the betrayalΒ turned cold.
topaz oreilly
Written by
topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
637
   Hilda and Timothy
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