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Writer's pictureAnnabel Price

No Name

Some nights, she is alone


with her dreams that wrap around her sweetly like a nightgown


and she pauses,


remembering before.


Is that an echo of a long lost music?


for a time, No Name for the dreams, flat song without soul


but that message seared inside,


a shell

it crumbled brick to make it through



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