19.5.11

Scrap!

A silent whisper,

I continue to be.


A shadow missed,

on the deserted street.


A speck of dust,

that nobody sees.


In ancient trunks,

and cobwebbed locks.


I lie inside,

a forgotten sigh.


Through dirty nights,

and foreseen dawns.


Im nothing new,

but a shade of grey.


Warm and calm,

I’ll always be.


A secret I am

I continue to be.

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