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Maybe They Were Right
Fire rains, like tears.What have we done to this place?Why can’t we just stop?
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And Yet, I Am
He threw thunder against the front door,glass raining down onto the carpet, as the chairs and table crept away,unwilling to be witness to what was unfolding.The lights lingered,curious and cruel,swinging to and fro as he towered above me,his heart, shattered, and me, stolen away. There are people that can help you to be normal. You…
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Wildfire
I found the forest that housed my family tree,wandering the soft ground with a weary sigh,dropping matches and lit cigarettes until flames licked the harsh, hard wood of my past and I watched it burn, with a blank expression.
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Famished
I asked fate not to play with her food,but she smirked,smacking me around the plate with a playful grin,growing into a grimace.She enjoyed the terror,toying with her pretty plaything,but I endured,aware that she was always fair,and that something better would come.
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Raining
Carving your name into crimson bricks,breaking from your kiss under the shelter of the shaking bus shelter,watching it rattle under the rain,as my keys crumble against the tattooed wall,I await your lips, once again.