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Oct 2015
A smile like the sun on a hot summer day
Cracks open the darkness and peeks out from
Corners of the dirtied bathroom stall;
Other days seemed so hollow that she could
Merely be flung into the air like thin sheets of
Paper with a gust of wind; but today she
Lost herself in a boy who simmered in the pool.
In an instant she learned to live. And, when given the
Choice, rather than take to the air once again, she
Enlisted in his army.
Lisa Mishima. She has eyes like those kids from the institution.

(To understand this poem, 1. Watch at least the first episode of Zankyou no Terror and then 2. Did you notice i spelled a word)
Angie S
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Angie S  24/F
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