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The vacant hallway echoes futile cries of withering smiles and half-murmured lies. Mind scattered with glimpses, images flash relentlessly 'till memories collapse. Vintage wallpaper stains rooms with regret as the cold wooden floors never forget temptation haunted by weights of deceit. The rocking-chair sounds the horn of retreat. Remnants of love forever lay broken shards of once was and words left unspoken. Joyless, he left with just a whispered sigh, of withering smiles and too-late goodbyes.
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Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 1:59 PM UTC
Of Withering Smiles
The vacant hallway echoes futile cries of withering smiles and half-murmured lies. Mind scattered with glimpses, images flash relentlessly 'till memories collapse. Vintage wallpaper stains rooms with regret as the cold wooden floors never forget temptation haunted by weights of deceit. The rocking-chair sounds the horn of retreat. Remnants of love forever lay broken shards of once was and words left unspoken. Joyless, he left with just a whispered sigh, of withering smiles and too-late goodbyes.
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Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 1:59 PM UTC
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