LiP Stiches

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I'm Flynn

and this is my space...

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A Life Without Love

Night falls onto this still place
In this box she calls her space.

Shadows dance along her walls
Laughing out their evil calls.

He the moon, her only light
Reveals to her fear and fright.

Alone upon moonlit sheets
Hear her soul, as she weeps.

Starlit trinkets over head
Are the lives she wish she led.

There she sleep, silent cold like death
Dreaming love with every breath.

Colleen E Flynn

Copyright ©2005 Colleen E Flynn

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2005-09-30

The Stairwell

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