weathered words
speak dark the ages
soft hands dredge
o’er love’s rough pages
barbed wire bound
between torn covers
guarding secrets
of her lover's
as seams of their
dark ancient dreams
rip wide to loose
the tattered schemes
and hearts bleed out
in rushing streams
captive now in rusted cages
lost souls scream in silent rages
wasted lives speak dark the ages
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