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Jun 2011
She's sitting on the moon, looking down on the earth.
She's got the perfect view to watch the whole globe burn.
She says to herself, "I don't belong anymore."
As the earth is slowly consumed by the flames of its core.

She looks in the stars and sees the eyes of her mother,
Her pools of regret say, "they'll only send you another."
Her family tree takes a nebula's shape,
As ancient voices gently whisper four letters called 'fate'.

She screams, "can you hear me, God? This is your cue."
Somewhere in her prayers echo, God forgot to follow through.
Her broken voice sings "J'ai guru deva omm,"
Until she gets the impression that she's sitting alone.

Her life is inspired by a nightmare with a twist,
The glass walls of her soul have been painted with mist.
Her eyes are lined with a melancholy glaze,
While the tears of their reflection bring rain into space.

She's recovered from blindness, now everything's clear.
She thinks, "there is no place for me in earth's atmosphere."
The lack of oxygen in her blood causes her veins to burst,
Forever will her broken bones haunt the empty universe.
Emily Anne
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Emily Anne
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   brea, anne collins and Hallie Bear
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