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May 2011
walls are crumbling
ultimately complete
destruction of self

where does your heart lie?
                                                    ... I'm not sure
do you cry or sleep at night?
                                                        ..­. neither
can you remember your dreams?
                                                         ­   ... never

the air is still, stale
shelves left untouched
bed sheets left unmade
door locked too tightly

whispers are heard from beyond
day shifts into night outside panes
but the curtains are drawn
and everything is dark, shapeless, and vague

what do you do all day?
                                                ... nothing
what are you thinking?
                                                       ... nothing
how are you feeling?
                                                        ­      ... empty
Lauren Ashley
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