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Aug 2014
As I stand
here in the center of the city
surrounded by flashing lights,
I feel the earth move beneath my feet.
The rotation slows down.
I see all the bright lights dim, then
disappear.

I look back,
I see the whole world crumble
The beautiful world I once knew,
slipping away
into a vast eternity
of nothingness.
All color slips away
until all that's left is
a never ending sea of grey.

This is no silent tear,
nor a tortured, screaming pain.

This world, once
so beautiful
now nothing.

I stumble my way through hasty shadows
mumbling worthless little thoughts to myself.
I see things fall
but I don't pick them up,
there is no one around for correction
The Quiet Poet
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The Quiet Poet
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   Creep, Jerry, wordvango and r
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