air hits
a dust covered menagerie
for the first time
in thirty six years
frightened silhouettes
reflect menacingly
in the nights detention
there is no moon
to light the way
for lost souls
with no choice but to remain
frozen, forgotten, lost in time

-L.J. Lenehan-

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