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No Escape from Preston Street.
Contributed by
debris
on
Sunday, 11th August 2013 @ 08:02:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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The call of the street.
The quiet cul-de-sac.
The buildings of nothing are dragging me back
To the window where pigeons once flew;
And you.
Faces have changed, games still the same,
I stand in the street and whisper your name.
No one has seen you; it’s been years but still
I hold on to something like hope.
I see a young lady, scarf in her hair-
Reminds me of the one you used to wear.
Preston Street breaks me,
Some things never change,
You’re lost to your demons;
I burn in my flames.
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2013-08-11 08:02:12] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: No Escape from Preston Street.
(User Rating: 1 ) by MarkMark on
Wednesday, 4th September 2013 @ 10:04:21 PM AEST (User
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Wow this is very deep with an infinite sadness. It is real and it speaks to the soul.Good job. |
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