ALL Hours of Dawn--
T I C K.
T I C K.
T I C K.
T O C K-
ING…
To Dusk,
With Sudden Haste,
Newly Formed F r a g m e n t s--
Dealt In…
Meshing with Pre-Existent,
Seemingly Now Infinite,
Pieces of Borrowed Time,
Tethered…
Amidst F a d i n g Thoughts,
Shuffling…
In Corroded Crevices,
Of the Ailed Mind…
Unto the Death,
Such is All This--
D E M E N T I A.
The Reflections
Of
{Rose}
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The Reflections Of Rose
PoesiaWords. [Hand-Sewn] Of Seemingly Irrelevant--Phrases . . . Hung, Broken--Jumbled Letters--Of Thoughts, Day In . . . Day Out . . . The Reflections Of Rose. ECole789
