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Lucy Bee Sep 2012
With every breathe I take
it hits me
Like a blank page wrapping around my bare skin
The darkness plummeting through my pores
past my blood
through my muscles
penetrating my bones
encapsulating my inner self
yet only seen through the crease of my eyes
Lucy Bee Apr 2012
Who knew his sadness
could cause such an apathy
Fiercer than any hate.

— The End —