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Her Grave

All she is now memory

Her pictures stowed and saved

My mind's the vault but where's the key?

The sensors that surround her grave

 

Unlocked by tune

Or smell

Or taste

Her pictures suddenly replaced

By fear and dread and sickened grief

But quickly now I find relief

 

Distraction is nessecity

This fiction that is stressing me

Must be ignored

Must be forgot

The answer clear - but clearly not

As filled with such complexity 

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©26 July 2014 - 2:45am — TheShadowKnows
31 July 2014 - 4:59am — bishu
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Grim thoughts but very relevant & true my Dear Friend from afar

Grim thoughts but very relevant & true my Dear Friend Daniel from afar. During Christmas of 2010 I visited an old graveyard & was quite intrigued by the touching epitaphs and the beautifully crafted tombstones.It is "The South Park Street Cemetry"Here lies she forlorn and alone beneath a tablet of stone.......

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3 August 2014 - 9:38am — TheShadowKnows
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Thanks so much and you're

Thanks so much and you're awesome! One of my fav's :D