Ossuary

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©Aislynn d'Merricksson, 2011

Old bones,

wicker-wire,

grey-gilt with the twilight.

Old dreams,

discarded hopes,

penny-treasures buried and lost.

Essence of effluvium

perfumes the air.

Ghosts of the past linger near.

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