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tales from the top shelf

Updated: Jul 3, 2019

the tales from the top shelf

don’t shine enough to be sold

—and nor does their hope

of ever being told

because the dust that engulfs her

becomes suffocating,

her porcelain pose and limbs

are just left there waiting,

as the time melts away

into sunlight to sundown

and the world that she lives in

becomes the emptiest ghost town

for her pretty face

was still easily forgotten

and the cracks in the mask

are decayed and rotten

her stories lost to the very top shelf,

are fading as memories grow old.

she matters not to him, nor to herself,

for what’s a story if never told?

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