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The candle flame extinguished
The hour glass now cracked
His time, at last, has run out
Words unspoken, stacked
Bound between the leather
He’d let no else reveal
Verses he once wrote to her
Feelings kept concealed
Hidden in the pages
His true love for only one
Scratched upon the parchment
Until his day was done
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
I felt sorrow for this individual. Their time had come to an with their feelings to themselves. Or maybe…that’s what they wanted? A haunting question is asked…with the reader enjoying the query.
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Was it that he wouldn’t tell or couldn’t tell? Haunting, indeed 🙂
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shudder! 🙂
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Halloween is coming 🙂
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