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There once was a skeleton

that dangled from the hanger

hung next to a blue dress

who’s infamous

reputation of a fundamental

mistress

migrated

rapidly

ricocheting within

close confinement

of secrets closeted

her stains could not sustain

the once unsullied

intentions

interlaced into her bosom

in darkness she nested

neglected

seemingly unseen

forgotten

like

long term memory

 

until one day of

disorderly

disdain

a prose was provoked

poetry hence projected

and all that was hidden

was summoned into sight

 

and as I write

doors open to the

dormant..

dim is brought to bright

and diction brings forth light

such is life

of the dead

that lives through present

transcript

sacred verses

unveiled

blogged

and shared

 

ugly endings

resurface

in search of

a seamstress..

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