Tricia LucasClarke Biography

We have never met, but
I first heard about you, when I was young.
Good, bad
I’m not sure.
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The blackbird's footprints seemed to trace
The footpath to the resting place
Through the bright new layer of snow
They led the way, showed where to go.
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I walk alone along the street
Faces blur, I just see feet
As I push my way out through the crowd
I'm not here, I'm falling down
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Bitter darkness, seeping, creeping closing in,
Dark shadows sneaking, peaking, following
Cold, colder, shiver, darkness gripping like and eagles claw
Piercing skin, screeching louder, pain vibrating for ever more
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Idle chatter, ladies natter, men are nervous, children clatter
round and round never sitting still
cannot wait much longer ‘til.
Here she is in all her splendour,
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