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Like a drained bottle,
her soul is empty. To
soothe her singed nerves, only one thing belongs
inside. In her nightly
dreams, it rains, fa..
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Hopefully this one is a tad better to view.
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The doors to the Emergency Room swing
open and crash into the nondescript tile walls. Entering through them is a
stately man, by the name of..
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He moves,
his bones dancing in the heart of spirit,
moves like he simply
knew not that he was just so graceful,
a complete symphony
po..
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Breathe.
My chest rises and falls with each trembling
gust of air dragged into my lungs. The announcer’s voice, warbled and illegible
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It’s a funny thing,
the feeling after
someone has died.
It’s a peculiar
emptiness,
a hole that is first
filled to the ..
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Butterfly
Delicate
and gentle gem against the sky
Fluttering
off to somewhere new
Beat
your wings against the autumn wind
That
gro..
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