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Ashes

March 26, 2013
By Anonymous

Ashes

Closing my eyes,
my hands softly caress
Cold velvet rocker
cushions scarred, aged, distressed

Dust dances, leaps
devouring my lungs
In my hands, a book
pages, words, foreign tongues

Delicacy
of a monarch's torn wings
they turn and crumble
like aged tombstones of kings

Fall through my fingers, soft ashes
ashes, ashes, of long forgotten dreams.



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