Nora
By jollycabbage
Tue, 16 Nov 2004
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Nora Nora stands amongst the dishes, And waits for the soaps to start. She thinks of what to make for dinner, As her screams echo within her heart. She sits at her new pine table, And lights another cigarette. The thought that it might shorten her life, Is a relief from her chain of regrets. She dusts the mantelpiece once again, Until her wedding photo gleams, And looks into the mirror at a decaying face, Full of crushed hopes and dreams.
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