Poetry from the soul: Institution

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Institution

The hall was bare, the room empty All that could be heard was the echo of her breathing The air was dull and sorrow filled this place. She sat as though in another world, her face was clear and her eyes pleaded for help. This was not her place, she did not belong. Others trailed back and forth as if... Sign in to see full entry.

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