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It’s raining outside
And from time to time
A thunder-clap can be heard
A man sits inside with a candle lit
He’s got a book open,
But he doesn’t look at it
It has always been opened to that same page
Since his poor wife died a few years back
Instead, he looks toward a calendar
A date is circled on it
“Tomorrow,” the man says
He turns back to the book at the table
He picks up the book and flips through the pages
He comes to a picture
Stuck between the pages of the book
The man looks at the picture and smiles
He sits down in his chair and closes his eyes
A few hours later the clock strikes midnight
Yesterday has passed on, and so had the man
- by Imperfect Replica |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/20/2009 |
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- Title: Untitled Piece 2 of 3
- Artist: Imperfect Replica
- Description: This is one of the three things I've written recently during homeroom at school. They're not to great, but I thought I might as well post them. Someone's bound to like them...
- Date: 08/20/2009
- Tags: untitled piece oldman death storm
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- sayonnaraeveryonegoodbye - 08/20/2009
- how tragic he died of a broken heart
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