there is a hollow chamber within and of my memory, illuminated by the glow thrown by the sparking cedar fire
where shades clad in dying dreams and molded hope dance deftly round the stones
echoes off the moonswept bay, upon my face the wind and the din of all the sin i wished had been
the scent of grass as the sky yawns wide in this room i have locked away
where silence sings far louder things than life's strings howling at my flesh
and you stand here, not dancing, not laughing, not having
that which i have selfishly locked within.
your smile you wear upon your lips
my own locked safe within
and i have not the key for you
for i dance still within
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