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Those lackluster eyes
Live in a void
Trembling lips twitch
But that childlike smile
Is lost like the rivulet
Consumed by the hungry grains
Of the desert
The tongue bleeds
As broken pieces of speech
Pierce through
Curse of senility
Has blown up the knife-edge bridge
Between the two
Solid rocks of the past
And the present
The deep gorge of oblivion
Flows towards
The infinite ocean of despair
Posted for Poetry
Pantry @ Poets United
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