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Abi Ross

My Still Place

A place full of darkness and shadow lies before,

As does the person on the warm-to-the-touch bed,

Life dies down as the eyes are shut,

And all that was there in morning fades out,

All the blush of love and passion that was there is stolen,

And now befalls us an empty room, dead.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]