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May 2013
Running and Running
with heavy heart, I loathe you.
I am allergic to your presence
But still I’m hooked on the inspiration
of your never ceasing spiral.
Do not dare to misshape me
you faceless beast,
for I am known!

Uncontrollable reality I forbid you.
For you are a bloodcurdling nightmare,
which only seems to be misshapen, and broken.
Hurt and lost in your exhausted flaws,
You realize in the end,
that the beast is you,
faceless.

And truly unknown.
Savannah-Rose Baird
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Savannah-Rose Baird  Vermont
(Vermont)   
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