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Jul 2013
rustling leaves whisper love poems
               into the listening ears of lonely poets
                                            no one knows what has become of the
                      truth anymore
         its lost with the real lies of fake people
                                                hearts break more often than love is found
                                           young funerals are more common than real love
  heart-ship and hard-ship
            wrestle in common puddles throughout winter
                             lights flicker out as a parents yell at their teenager/s
             for simple things that they once knew how to do
a teenager fights back, forever scared of them and what might happen
                                             families tear apart like shredded documents of marriage certificates
                two young lovers fumble with clothing in the dark
                             trying to find some bliss in the world
where every happy memory is ripped from them
                                                     a child screams when they realize they've lost their mother
          in a once bright, now terrifying supermarket
                                  flowers blossom only to wilt again
i don't know what this is, it wasn't meant to be this sad, free writing completely, i had no plan for how this was meant to turn out.
maybella snow
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maybella snow  where i don't want to be
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