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Jan 2014
empty hallways
speak louder than
the blaring music
outside the windows
there’s nothing
nothing at all
there’s nothing outside
nothing inside
nothing in the cellar, either
so we might as well
light a fire
right here inside
light the fire and
**** the consequences
they’re empty too
just watch it burn
until there’s really nothing left
and maybe then
maybe
*but just maybe
Linnea Haukbjørk
Written by
Linnea Haukbjørk  Salt Lake City
(Salt Lake City)   
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   Shari Forman
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