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She told me she feels as if she's never seen. I wrote this for her.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Words: 54 - Published: 11-10-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2274377
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Behind closed doors
crying for everything.
Writing words for her sorrow
and playing violin-
for the monsters under the bed.
Now walking through the halls
unseen, unheard.
Collision and recovery,
a trial with no words.
Detached and drifting,
like a banner in the wind.
She doesn't want the fog anymore...
Just the dark.
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