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I depart from my class, ending at 9:35pm to begin the walk back to my apartment. I pass the downtown hospital-- its ominous fluorescent lights, shining through the cracks of yellowed window blinds which sway in the stagnant air to the ticking of anticipation. Shining. I watch the sky, a dusting of stars; which lights are the ones that have died a beautiful death-- sacrificing themselves, not knowing the amusement we have in their funeral. As they shine, I can only imagine the lives inside those walls-- ending, slowly, quickly, possibly, inevitably. I hope you had the chance to shine as bright as they did. September 2012
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Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
Morgue in the Sky
I depart from my class, ending at 9:35pm to begin the walk back to my apartment. I pass the downtown hospital-- its ominous fluorescent lights, shining through the cracks of yellowed window blinds which sway in the stagnant air to the ticking of anticipation. Shining. I watch the sky, a dusting of stars; which lights are the ones that have died a beautiful death-- sacrificing themselves, not knowing the amusement we have in their funeral. As they shine, I can only imagine the lives inside those walls-- ending, slowly, quickly, possibly, inevitably. I hope you had the chance to shine as bright as they did. September 2012
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Norwegian
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
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