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Mar 2013
My shadow cast over nothing
Tried to rip out every vocal cord as I try to speak.
Of whats been living inside me
And all the secrets that ive tried not to dream.
It hovers over my bones.
Telling me to be quiet.
Telling me to be still,
And telling me to see all the beauty around me.
But all I see are empty landscapes.
I cannot see those trees,
All I see are empty promises and memories.
Fathers dying and friendships ending.
They wrote their names on these trees,
And all their thoughts in my head.
Taylor Rothanzl
Written by
Taylor Rothanzl  Omaha, NE
(Omaha, NE)   
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   Ann M Johnson
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