claire-3Whisper

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long nightsTiptoeing under and over the darkness / looking for you but there's no one there / my mind is racing through long empty streets
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Dec 9, 2012
after two yearsafter two years / they brought you up again / I couldn't even feel when the therapist asked
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Oct 11, 2012
advice to the ruinedi watched the dance / the dance about what is wrong with me / it contained the passion i have lacked these past few years
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Aug 1, 2012
chemothe same old line jumps off my tongue / *hi, how are you* / *i'm fine, how are you?*
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Aug 1, 2012
Untitledmy body / throbs with longing / my hips
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Aug 1, 2012
i've been with a lot of peoplei have been with many people / boys, girls, men, ****** / but i have never been touched by someone with so much respect for me
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Jul 30, 2012
writing lettersi wrote lists of people / i knew / and i meant to write to all of them
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Jul 30, 2012
being called beautifuli have been called beautiful before / just not by anyone like you / the way the words about my eminence flow
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Jul 30, 2012
fountains and globesif you take a knife to my skin / it will cut it / my layers of protection are not strong enough to ward off that edge
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Jul 20, 2012
prose--hanging from a starHanging from a Star / The girl sat on her star. The dark towering flowers around her, cast shadows over her blank face. She walked around the side of her star to the grass so she could watch the fiery sun and look down at the fluffy billowing clouds in earth’s atmosphere. Lying, hating thoughts floated up from the beautiful blue and green planet below. The girl had been watching earth since it was first created. Cain’s first thoughts of ****** were heard by the girl. She watched the black plague wash through the world, killing millions. The hell of the holocaust burned through her mind like fire across her own skin. Sometimes she swore she could almost smell the melting flesh and boiling blood from the sick world below. / The girl nestled down in the warm grass and focused her guarded mind in preparation to listening in on the earth, like she did every other day. “Her nose is so ugly.” “Why didn’t I do more today?” “I miss her.” “I need to put at least ten percent in savings if I’m ever going to retire.” “I hope no one else notices this huge zit protruding from my face.” “Why didn’t I just kiss him?” “The sun is burning my eyes.” She made her way through selfish minds of the shallow population and then moved for relief, to the newborn children. Images of parents, lights, and bright colors flashed before her eyes. Each new child’s face seemed to be surrounded in a beautiful clear light. The girl wished the children had never been brought to that terrible planet.
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Mar 4, 2012
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