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152 · Mar 2014
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Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
A winding all
a labyrinth of dreams
She is lost and alone
each room is
a history of a world
that is not her own
and she opens every door
with so much pain
leaving it open
forcing herself not to look back
at the ****** knobs and handles
She pushes her feet
her eyes
forward
wherever that may turn to be
136 · Mar 2014
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Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
You're so
dry
you'll soak
any old
mean word
up
125 · Mar 2014
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Madeline Cirullo Mar 2014
I don't share this view
Not with anyone I know
maybe I have my
pen and journal
but as alive as they are
they're just dead things
so really
I'm lonely

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