R.L. Clark

I've stopped reading the morning's news,
the blare of proclamations issuing forth
from Modor's tower in the Land of Shadows.
Sauron ponders our fates east of the
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mine is a heart
built of iron
slowly rusting
away
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past a certain age
life becomes a lesson
in loss and the dark
futility of loving
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The seasons
come and go
quickly now.
Not like when I was
...

as a cloud torn apart
by vicious winds
unable to mend, adrift
in tatters upon currents
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When not quite yet
a simple year old and
magic lit your eyes
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So, tell me a little about yourself.
Why did you leave you last job?
Tell me what you know about this company.
Why do you want to work at our company?
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