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Time's Funeral

Poetry By: aaihalbs

Unfinished snippet I found while cleaning :P

Submitted:Sep 28, 2010    Reads: 61    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   

It's sickness without symptoms;
A debatable existance.
Yellowed old hazy hymns,
Forgotten music to a dusty dance.
Drifting leaves in sweet July,
Shrouding clouds on weddings.
Acousticly expressed goodbyes,
White doves at the beheading.
Tight-lipped mouths concealing bombs,
Fleeting joy eluded.
Forbidding time for peaceful calm,
Seven deaths concluded.


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