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Jan 2011
Time didn't stop for you
It wore you down and drowned
The reason for your being
And sat on the bed
Numbed cold and dark
In amongst a set
Camouflaged.

Swaying in kelp
And calling for help?
No, you were dead
Kept in the sea

And hidden under animal
Probing shell
Realising silver handle
Indented amid raised floral pattern
Lying wasted, purpose voided

No fair hair to meet
In bedroom
No table dresser to sit
Ever waiting to service
Then you were not needed
Expressing regret to mistress forgotten
Educated schools caught your shine, now
No one around three miles down

There you were forgot
Whale teeth returned and
Eaten at depth
Little brush empty and
Violated and not pretty
Ended.
Copyright Erica Statham January 14th 2011

This at the moment I am aware is a somewhat bad poem, but that is why I need your help to make it better. Please suggest and crtiticise until your little hearts are contented :)

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Erica Statham
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