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Tuesday, November 20, 2007


another poem?
Sitting alone with the world around me
I see the swirling darkness
A reminder of my fakeness
I block out hte sun and the hope of things to be
I watch the world crumble
The lights and sounds rumble
A bright future is gone
Along with Abels dawn
I see a darkened tome
Across the rusted room
A phantom of doom
Made of my own flesh and bone
This tome of shadows bane
I felt my own heart beat
As it pulsed with shadows defeat
To a greater evils disdaine
A poem by Timothy McLaughlin


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