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Isabella styles May 2015
Golden flecks of man-made stars

Shimmering against the concrete

Auriferous bulbs left to flash

Off and on in Morse code

Beacons to guide us safely home

Juxtapose them to the heavenly body

Illuminate the shadows

Make our land shine new

Heartbeats in rhythm of the moving cars

The passion of the sun and grace of the moon erupt in shinning brilliance
Looking out from my window this is all I can see at night
Isabella styles May 2015
I remember in November
Knuckles turning purple as the leafs turned orange
My hand, a bruised, gnarled, yellow and indigo mess
How did this amazingly unfortunate injury happen?
I was punishing the walls
That saw my loss
But stayed quiet

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