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Feb 2012
Vilify.
The scorned shush of a teacher,
The little mouths and eyes.
From my mouth flies the liquified hatred.


Vilify.
I, blessed with the sight of a mind.
The spark of life.


My friends shake me violently,
My friends pull me distant. They pull me distant..

(My guardians express)
The facade of lovable interaction.
The parade of peaceful living.


Vilify.
Contorted, writhing.
The music bleeding through, uncomfortable and in position.

The strands of black brush my sleeping eyes.

Vilify.
In the midst of the slow convulsion, I sleep.
In dreams of dark and colors seeping through outlines,
I see ticking, tocking, a king and fox.


Vilify.
The monsters trickle in the stage, and I sing for them.
I amuse them, and they hate me.



Vilify.
Lealend Elisabeth
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