
Writing

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unfinished
my heart so beating
soft in my chest where there is
waiting a place
unfinished
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she who is quiet amidst the noise
here in the forest, there is a-waiting
a little bird, quiet and sweet
she does not quite understand
how they could have born herthese foreign beasts
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come now away
once in the darkness
where i was thinking
i saw a light
oh deep in my soul
i did not question
where it had came from
i simply sat
in its embrace -
winter and her freezing grasp
winter wages her war outside
angrily beating her ice-hands on my doors
thrashing branches she sends through the air,
a flurry of soft snow not far behind
she screams her wind-scream, rage filling the storm. -
You
I love the sound of
your voice,
your laugh,
And when we can giggle over nothing.
I love it when we sleep over,
acting like dorks past 2 am.
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Empty Sorry
I know that words are so hollow
I feel hollow words
Everyone's words
Are hollow
To me
I think that I am sorry
I ruined something