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In Memoriam
By The Black Lark
Deceitful lines, a commonplace phrase.
Bequeathed be the words, as volatile as the birds.
Uttered in disguise with the namesake’s grace.
These deceitful lines, a commonplace phrase.
It shall be the form of my intent.
Annihilation of the means of meaning.
A reflection of the words I spent.
Eternal years of lucid dreaming.
Comfort for a broken man.
Lines of granted praise.
So my mourning then began.
Until the end of days.
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Copyright 2012 The Black Lark
Published on Monday, May 28, 2012.
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"Poetry"
Author's Note:
For my grandmother who passed away little over a year ago. We were extremely close and my entire world shattered when she died. Sweet dreams, grandma, I'll remember you forever and always.Comments on "In Memoriam"
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On Sunday, April 8, 2012, Magdalena
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wrote:
I can relate to how you feel, I've lost so many, my dad the most recent.... Wonderful pen.
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On Tuesday, April 3, 2012, dwells
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Unusual and profound tribute. To be able to discern the deceit in a compliment perhaps, or commonplace phrase uttered with mal intent. Words of wisdom indeed, cheers!
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