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The rain falls. Tapping at my window. Welcoming me. Catching a glimpse of my adolescent face in every drop. The shell supports everything. Thick iron bars crisscross. They form diamonds. Metal coils around the muscles in my face. All I see is yellow. Brain twitches. Fan blades spin in the drums of my ears slicing the aroma of euphoria. A rib cage slowly ascends and lowers. But it is not mine. I don't breathe. Summer doesn't exist. Only Fall does.
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
Rainy Slumber
The rain falls. Tapping at my window. Welcoming me. Catching a glimpse of my adolescent face in every drop. The shell supports everything. Thick iron bars crisscross. They form diamonds. Metal coils around the muscles in my face. All I see is yellow. Brain twitches. Fan blades spin in the drums of my ears slicing the aroma of euphoria. A rib cage slowly ascends and lowers. But it is not mine. I don't breathe. Summer doesn't exist. Only Fall does.
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 12:19 AM UTC
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