![]() Bad.A Poem by Lace![]() No.![]() You’re nothing but a passing memory; I reach out, graze my hands along your seams. Soft, floating, clearly gloating Of passing power previously deemed. You are nothing but a passing silence; The sort that stops one in his tracks. Wanting the taciturn lineage to gain whatever he lacks… You’re nothing but a funny sound The kind that I shall shut out just so I do not care about your soul. Do not grope at my robes or my Feet as you slip away; I bid you, as do all, just go. © 2008 LaceReviews
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