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~Deeply dormant~.

~Deeply dormant~.

She walks around corners
Climbs' many walls,

Hits the ground
with force ,

Whenever she goes'
Off course ,

Only to look pain
in the eyes ,

~ shakes its hands
Listening to all commands

You may not notice
her displease ,

Though simply viewing
Her mindless ease,

Deeply dormant
Deadly disease,

Would cover you
entirely ,

With colours
of black and red,

Inside the hollows
Her tormented head,

Where everything mutter's
The words unsaid,

And dreams lay broken
Many long dead,

No sound of silence
Destruction instead,

A tombstone Is where
she made her bed,

Completely off course
A long way down,

Buried with voices
Below the ground,

Though never lonely
That is she,

Trapped inside
Her lunacy,

On a chair
within the sun

No clemency
From anyone,

Just sitting pretty
Unable to run.

Nardine Sanderson 28/03/2015.

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Tony Taylor

Wow Big Sis!!.....that was intense my friend.........."Inside the hollows, her tormented head.."..........powerful and disturbing!!...........well done my friend!!............smiles...........T  xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Always writing away the insanities of my own insane perception of this boxhead i have, way to much going on haha, love you bro, miss ya heaps xoxo nardine xoxo

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