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Each teardrop a tiny ocean essence of pain copyright protected Ramona Hughes

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC

Each teardrop a tiny ocean essence of pain copyright protected Ramona Hughes

Gather nuts. Grasp for the lean times. Rotting potatoes lie blandly in dark corners. Silently stare at me with many eyes. Find bright baubles. Keep pretty playthings. Trinkets and knick knacks Ornaments on grimy shelves. Idiotic faces chipped teeth and paint. Saved paper Stacked to the ceiling Overflowing words Seem to whisper as I pass. Dangerous towers of unheeded news. Faded petals Pressed between pages. Vacuous promises carefree inane memories Dreadful hopeless dreams nourishment for worms. copyright protected Ramona Hughes

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC

Hoarder

Gather nuts. Grasp for the lean times. Rotting potatoes lie blandly in dark corners. Silently stare at me with many eyes. Find bright baubles. Keep pretty playthings. Trinkets and knick knacks Ornaments on grimy shelves. Idiotic faces chipped teeth and paint. Saved paper Stacked to the ceiling Overflowing words Seem to whisper as I pass. Dangerous towers of unheeded news. Faded petals Pressed between pages. Vacuous promises carefree inane memories Dreadful hopeless dreams nourishment for worms. copyright protected Ramona Hughes

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And then one day the world did end. No dark clad mourners could attend. There was no one, There was no where. There was just nothing standing there

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Jun 18, 2013

Jun 18, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC

Emptiness

And then one day the world did end. No dark clad mourners could attend. There was no one, There was no where. There was just nothing standing there

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