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The Story We Hold
What is shown on the stage,
For the whole world to behold,
Is a forever advancing phenomenon,
And what a tragic story it holds.
The horror of your war and your hate and your grief
Is being taken out on me,
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Closer to spring
Darkness falls quickly now,
the feeble sky overpowered by the black pull of eternity.
Snow turns to rain, rain turns to mud,
and every month, I bleed and I cry.
It's almost Christmas, but
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On Being Vane
Somewhere between a flower and a coffin
lies the colorless sunrise outside your windows.
I am devoted and still breathing like the Elin.
You are innocent and still sleeping like the Pothos. -
The Blizzard
I hardly knew her at all, wasn’t expected to. She was just a kid at the High like anyone else, who had no car. She was sitting stubbornly on a bench, determined to get a ride.
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Past and Future
The world is full of problems. It made the man wonder why he bothered to get up in the morning. The sun was shining- but it was too bright. And was it possible for that baby across the street to wail any louder?
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Seasons
The lovely Lady of Summer is carefree and beautiful, she swims in lakes and dances with flowers as her long hair floats in the warm breeze