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 Jan 2011 Bethany
Amber
What are you
Five years old?

I surpassed your games long ago.
You sit in your lonely room
Hundreds of pretend friends
but really it's only you.

I walk through the woods
I smell the salty air
I feel the moisture of the water enveloped by my pores
The earth is a part of me
I share all of me with the many
who love me.

Who do you have?
No one.
Your keyboard.
Your webcam.
Your cat.
No one.

Grow the hell up.  
I'll be living my life
while you dwell in your darkness.
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