Antiquity

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Antiquity of the broken hearted

Of the lost and dearly departed

Whispers of the fallen tear

When the looking - glass is your mirror

The memories shine through the fade

As you tremble through the water wade

Leading time to haunt your eyes

In the masquerade of despise

Of the antiquity of the broken hearted

Where the lost are the dearly departed

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April 11, 2007

Tiffany Pradeep