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far thee away
by Stephanie Myerspathetic
standing there in her rose withered gown
eyes dripping black and arms painted red
she falls
grasping onto the rails trying to regain some
sort of self accomplishment
perishing at the thought that she is
nothing
bloody beaten grass green eyes
contusions beneath her brow
philanthropic dreams
shattered to the mirror last night
almost sad and yet
not
as the light falters her heart
slows its beat
no sounds to make from the
crushed pathway of noise
almost
and just about
no more
06/05/2003 Posted on 06/06/2003
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