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Dec 2011
Can you see it?
The cold in your breath
the quickness of your steps.

I don't feel the animals sound
in my ears
anymore.
But only the eyes in the trees of fear.

Don't you want it so bad?
The sound and the flow
of the world breathing.
Another body's dead
from the fathomed snow

"So isn't time fast?" I ask
to the howling wind at my window

Did you feel then,
how you do now?
Is this nonsense making you proud?

The clouds of agony engulf the sky
the colors die of thirst
and the cats don't come home from time to time,
all the people I know are committing a crime,
and our pockets can barely hold a dime.
Lauren Young
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Lauren Young
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   --- and David Casas
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