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Curtis

My friend...
Silent and still.
In the cold night.
You walk the fields cold and unfeeling.
A shadow caught in the mist of time.
You stand there staring at a place that you once knew.
Like watching a grave that had never been made.
You’re like a ghost now stalking old memories.
Were you true?
Were you a lie?
All that is known is you’re a ghost from the past.
How long will that shadow last.
By
Published: 3/18/2007
Bouquets and Brickbats