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Feb 2015
She opened her mouth,
and light tumbled out.
But it wasn't pure light.
The room was full of shelves,
a library of the knowledge I possessed.
And she opened her mouth
and the books began to burn.
Fire consumed me
and everything I knew.
everywhere the light touched
burning hot and painfully.
The woman with the light,
she brought sorrow.
Inspired by a recurring nightmare of mine.
Also, I tried my hand at a short story.
Check it out here: http://figment.com/books/899447-Run
It isn't very good but I could use constructive criticism.
Liz And Lilacs
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Liz And Lilacs  America
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       Jayanta, ---, Traveler, ---, Arcassin B and 3 others
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