julia-smithWhisper

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The world moves quickThe world moves quick / or it doesn't move at all. / It shouts at you, for you
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Dec 26, 2012
The ObservatoryI see everything from up here / I am a watcher / I see disagreements in the streets
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Nov 23, 2011
AwaitingI sat awaiting him. He had not told me he would visit me tonight but I knew he would. He had never missed a night. / I sat awaiting him. It was getting late but I knew he would arrive. Every creak of the stairs or tap on the window facing the big oak tree outside my room would make my heart beat faster. I slowly started to doubt my previous certainty that he would come. He said he wouldn’t. Why did I think otherwise? / The quiet course of beats pulsing from my radio left me alone with only the music and my thoughts. The hums from the radio were lulling me into a sleep I had not planned for. I had been waiting for awhile now. The song was changing. A new, hastened beat, one that woke me up. I was attempting to recall the title when he entered.
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Nov 23, 2011
The Storm BeginsThe darkness seaped through, / clouding the sun and my light, / And the storm begins.
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Nov 23, 2011
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