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By greysky Date: 2001 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.17.01.36.11630]] |
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a mouse escapes crumbling wraps in a corner of a room so filled by trash the room its self only one small part of a house owned by a discarded heart a shabby old man kept walled within by a specter of some forgotten sin a dim story of a loved one from ages past with whom's name he will breath his last but for one thing would his neighbors scorn this his yard, his house, out grown and torn for between the hours of dark and dawn he would play music to which all were drawn so very soft and ever so gentle, light and sweet almost scented on the winds, a quiet release |