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Catacombs of the Self

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Heading down to the catacombs

  of the house,

the tomb of forty years

  of unfinished pieces,

a boulevard of broken dreams,

  half-finished art,

  empty frames waiting,

  longing for their masterpieces.

 

Past lines unwritten,

words without arrangement

that spilled out as ghosts

  with nowhere to go.

Time to dust off my life,

  set the spirits free.

Time to resurrect

  the girl I buried

  long ago.

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