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Light meets dark
Inside my heart
Battle between
Right and wrong
I’m broken Into parts
Angel vs devil
I try to decide
But both dominate
And I’m left
To keep switching sides
The dark slowly wins
And I begin to wither
My heart grows old
And I become bitter
The dark has won
I have lost
Take me oh darkness
To the place of the lost
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Talked with my son today
Soon Virginia Tech
I'm proud of him hey hey!
Forward please and slow


                       Go.
There is nothing more utterly heartbreaking than living a life unexpressed, a life without art.
We all carry art within us; truly, we are living art.
May your expression exist in its truest form.

-Rhia Clay
Your spring unwinds still
in bold flits like mourning cloaks
bright marigold wings
into abyss, you call out
Star yet stirred to shadows
I’d like to find the words
to cut right through the muck,
but when it comes to you
you know that I’m just stuck,

I ready up the blades
and soap clean my hands,
to work toward the heart
no matter where it lands—

All the things—
We said—
Will forever be dead—

But I’ll hold on—
Instead—
You’ll always live inside my head.
I think the words mean what I mean to say.
There's not much to see.
In the window of my dreams.
Living space is bare.
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