The Saint Symphonic Streets

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Friday, May 11, 2007

Astoria's Wishing Well

Draped in window silk
her skin filtering light
Morning eyes do fill
She's a wonderful sight

Standing tall
Against a wall
She's staring straight ahead
facing an empty bed

In Astoria's wishing well
no hope remains
were once they gathered to pray
Pitch black echoes descend

She's a shaman of contrition
a priestess of deceit
words dipped in deception
a mirror for defeat

An army of ants and rats
gather at her feet
listen to her
with ears turned inwards

Lying on the floor
ceiling staring contest
a Black hole is growing
where once water broke your fall

you keep falling

Astoria's wishing well
is a little indiscrete


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