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His guts swirl to the beat of the marching band. His hands are nothing but earthquake rumbles that he tries to control and his veins turn into fault lines pouring sea water onto his palms. His name hangs on the screen like a ticking time bomb ready to explode into bits—into tiny grains to spread around the world. Every step to the stage is one minute closer to another day coming to a close— like an old book that needed to be returned to the shelf. Pearl crusted croissants moons greet him for a consolation— a congressional medal of honor he’ll be proud of to hang on his body. Sugar filled tears fall like river—one tear at a time. And finally… he can smile with ease… There was no them and there was no stage; it’s just the broken air-conditioners’ noisy hums that need to be fixed; it’s just the annoying squeaking chair that has been too old to be sat at. It’s just an empty paper whispering that he will die today… His dreams still hang on, *but today… he is just another selfish prayer that God forgot to hear…*
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Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 10:51 AM UTC
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His guts swirl to the beat of the marching band. His hands are nothing but earthquake rumbles that he tries to control and his veins turn into fault lines pouring sea water onto his palms. His name hangs on the screen like a ticking time bomb ready to explode into bits—into tiny grains to spread around the world. Every step to the stage is one minute closer to another day coming to a close— like an old book that needed to be returned to the shelf. Pearl crusted croissants moons greet him for a consolation— a congressional medal of honor he’ll be proud of to hang on his body. Sugar filled tears fall like river—one tear at a time. And finally… he can smile with ease… There was no them and there was no stage; it’s just the broken air-conditioners’ noisy hums that need to be fixed; it’s just the annoying squeaking chair that has been too old to be sat at. It’s just an empty paper whispering that he will die today… His dreams still hang on, *but today… he is just another selfish prayer that God forgot to hear…*
jefferson-lexus-jonson
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Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 10:51 AM UTC
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