The house creaking
Her unchained melody.
The leaky pipes, swept
Clean of decay.
She sits alone, quiet
Stalking the restless thoughts of destruction.
She wonders, how did I get here.
One last time she whispers,
The words flow off her
Frail lips.
The sound of that creaking house
And the unchained melody.
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Wednesday, 23 January 2008
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