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May 2013
The earth was everywhere
Left right
Above and below
Its rotten color seemed to run through my veins
I walked through deserted streets
Mahogany pavements cracked like wasted skin
And the looming buildings
Have had years to slowly decay
Their skeletons remained
With only their thin pasty walls
To protect them against the wind
And muffle its howling sound
Open doors and windows beckon me in
But instead they push me further away
Their eerie creaks and slow moans
Produced hush echoes
A ghost town it was
With only one lonely man
He seemed to be everywhere
Even down in the earthly sand
He stood in doors and windows
Between trees and corners
The man spoke no sound
Just stood there and was silent
"Where am I? What is this place?"
I demanded an answer
But he just stood there and was silent
Stepped my foot out of town
But even though I heard no sound
I knew he was there
The silent sound of death stood behind me
He pulled me right back in
And I slowly became one of him
One with the earth and its ashes
Inspired by Les Miserables (Jean Valjeans dream)
Christina
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Christina
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   Antonena Ishkova and Chris T
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