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He staggers out into the numbing emptiness,
The chill spring breeze cutting at every pore,
Every figment of physical and mental self
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And the thoughts of the girl, you may ask.
Quite the tragic heroine of her day.
Rapunzel waiting for her white knight,
The shining armor in..
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My eyes burst open,
Quickly adjusting to the dim light that hangs
above my head.
Cold steel cuts into blistering skin.
I reach down, my ..
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And in the night you shine like goldA beam of light under the foldHeat radiates from your pores, your skinA huddled sum cut much too thin.The streets ..
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To live in an imprint,Make soft indentations in the sand.A fleeting memory, a dying rayThat bursts upon contact with the cold cement floor.To die with..
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The scene materializesPews filled to the brim, soft and subdued chatterRises high into the cathedral's ceilings,As the echoes of the joyous occasion b..
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Soft red drips on to the ground,slits of the wrist no longer hiddenbehind the velvet veil that lies at her feet.Pulse strong, heart beats, the drums t..
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Head rests against the cool, white wall,Harsh images flicker from the subtle, dark shadowsThat bounce from beam to beam within the caverns that lie be..
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America unfolds before my eyes,Line after dashing line that skipsAlong with the beating of my heart,the yearning of my soul.Confined by parameters of ..
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PagesCrisp to the touch, thin to the bonethe dark, deep, black stain that bleedsthrough the wilting leaves that crumple to the touchand turn to ash, a..
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