A darkened room
An abandoned chair.
A worn out clock
A blackened chimney.
A dusty desk.
A tattered diary, all alone.
With pages old and crinkled.
The words faded.
Still telling their tale.
A story long forgotten.
With the passing of time.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
A darkened room
An abandoned chair.
A worn out clock
A blackened chimney.
A dusty desk.
A tattered diary, all alone.
With pages old and crinkled.
The words faded.
Still telling their tale.
A story long forgotten.
With the passing of time.
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