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Another weird poem I wrote as a kid... Strange child that I was... Strange child... Anyway, I'm pretty sure it was inspired by a short story I wrote about a girl alone in a white world...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Mystery/Poetry - Words: 53 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-15-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3022874
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White was all I felt
White was all I saw
I couldn't feel anything else
If I tried, it might kill me
Alone, in this bright world
There's me, and there's White
We don't converse
We don't speak with eachother
Silence engulfs whatever remains
But me and White
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