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Ramona L Hughes Jun 2013
Cry
Each teardrop
a tiny ocean
essence of pain


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Ramona L Hughes Jun 2013
Gather nuts.
Grasp for the lean times.
Rotting potatoes
lie blandly in dark corners.
Silently stare at me with many eyes.
Find bright baubles.
Keep pretty playthings.
Trinkets and knick knacks
Ornaments on grimy shelves.
Idiotic faces chipped teeth and paint.
Saved paper
Stacked to the ceiling
Overflowing words
Seem to whisper as I pass.
Dangerous towers of unheeded news.
Faded petals
Pressed between pages.
Vacuous promises
carefree inane memories
Dreadful hopeless dreams nourishment for worms.

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Ramona L Hughes Jun 2013
And then one day the world did end.
No dark clad mourners could attend.
There was no one,
There was no where.
There was just nothing standing there

— The End —