Lying

..  

Alive or dead
...

She lies on the *****'s bed
..

Posing for
***** POETRY
----
---

Forgetting who she truly is

_

Everybody comes to see

Everyone wants to AWAKEN

whatever SACREDNESS is left
-----
No one is quite sure WHY
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Some just walk all over her
And take

Whatever they can

---
Like a stroll thru the high school corridor

Like a stroll
Thru an empty street

A STROLL down
MEMORY LANE
..


(Visions of love

And PURITY)
....

On the *****'s bed

She LIES!

Neither alive nor dead

..

Lost in futile fantacy
..
Rags of infantile rage
....
The winds blow thru our days

..

Our lives are scattered everywhere
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Gentle lovers appear

Gentle lovers
And their Love