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| You spend your cold nights on benches drawing maps of places you've never been.
Align your walls with fairy-tale worlds, plaster to paper with silver pins.
Endless oceans bottomless pits infinite skies perpetual space
Beyond your bridges, brick by brick, Bastille bars in your place
Man transforms to monster as the beauty plays in snow
Armies of primitive men shooting arrows with their bows
Long hair falling from holes in towers enticing for a climb
The pumpkin splatters on dirt roads as the clock begs for more time
The apple rots, she lays in leaves, waiting for that simple kiss
The wooden boy gets fiddled around, strings binding his hinged wrists
She watches him hold her, she wants to scream but is missing her sliced tongue
He throws her away in exchange for boys who are lost and eternally young
I can almost make out the scratches on the globe atop your desk
Attempting to find the locations of hidden castles and treasure chests
The ground is covered in winter's snows, waters warming at the coasts
Wishing to find your fairy tale, your footsteps tracings the paths of ghosts
....TBC.
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| Well, they say to repress things, and things will go away. Forever? Never.
Yesterday, David and I had a wrestle war, fake punches thrown across the confinement of the van.
Me, with my fast reflexes, block, block, blocking.
Nothing to fear, nothing to hide from.
We laughed and laughed, hair becoming warped, tangles developing and flying with the wind.
The air is mild and wild, invisible stains on eyelashes, forces brushing against cheeks, drying pupils, drying lips.
Then a slap. Hard. Against my jawbone. Shocked, I stare.
Slap! Another one, opposite side.
It didn't even hurt. But it wasn't fathomable.
Flashback to last summer.
Only a few know and clarify what this means.
I haven't cried that hard since that one day.
You can't repress memories for long.
That's what I learned.
David didn't really have to apologize. It was all a game.
But July....
That's another story.
That's another ballpark.
No one else can or will know or find out or judge.
I'm glad those bruises weren't permanent.
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| He and he, passed away. I'm sorry I didn't know them, sarge.
I don't know how to respond to death.
But this just makes me more afraid of it.
Cold stone, pearl skin, stiff like the ground they fell upon.
Death D e a t h D e a t h D e a t h.
The concept is so unclear.
But very real.
I don't know what to tell you.
Let's hope there is a god.
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| You called me heartless 3 minutes ago as you raised static, raised the vibrations, raised the anger.
I cared for you and the way your life revolved,
I cared for you and the way your life stayed in place.
Don't ever tell me otherwise.
Your mind would not be able to count the tears I've cried.
Every mind is incapable of this.
And tears are for those with sympathy.
But maybe I shouldn't have cared.
It was all worthless in the end anyway.
Don't take my heart for granted.
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