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  • Phoibe's Box
    Phoibe Truelove
    5 May 2003

    The fading wood quietly hums,
    Each dint scared like a tear,
    Decaying velvet eaten away.
    Purple memories dimming.
    Scent drifting upwards, reminiscing
    Emblem of life,
    Made and unmade in love
    Handed across, down to the earth.
    Deliquesce away.
    (Lost forever).

    my funky creative writing teacher inspired this!!!