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Them
blind by years
of eyeing what may
have been
a fixation to rectify
conclusions that left
gutted,
desperate in the pursuit
of improving a battered past
exhibiting no signs
of resuscitation
nurse this project
try to be precise, matching back
grimy bones
in phantom wasteland
pictures lacerate
with a jangling chain
ghostly voice
© –Limericist 2007
Sunday 14th March 2021 8:32 pm
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