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A poem about the tormented mind of a young man who feels old. |
| Walk through The long hallways, Where feelings break And cellars quake Along the broken symmetry Of his old and frail heart. Walk through What youth Deemed to relive, And never forgive. Because, all for hands to sift Is the burned images Of something not yet gained For the two hearts, becoming one. Like love never struck a match To light the torches In the hallways of something always To play him messages That do not fade From the shade. |