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devarin — The Busker
Published: 2006-01-06 22:09:43 +0000 UTC; Views: 103; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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Description
On the stairs to the Metrohome to forgotten society
her beauty faded
to waves of jaded strangers
The tide at her back
She opens her mouth,
calling spirits
from lonely hollow corners
The voice trembles
of secret scars, pleasures
as old as its ancient tongue
The song dies and with it
remembered beauty,
stripped from her aged face
wrinkled hair.
This and all I hear
the howling wind,
slap of footsteps.
