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 Apr 2015 Rhianecdote
Katie Ann
We're still kids,
Don't you see?
I'm still sitting on the staircase,
Listening to you scream,
Waiting until it's safe to fall asleep.

My life has turned into moments on the staircase,
Heart tense,
Hands over my ears,
Biting back tears,
Wanting it to end.
Awake once more
Upon moonlit shores,
The eclipse is
Suffocating,

Stood lost in thought
The star light is caught,
In nets of
Captivation.

Tracing lines in the sky
Wondering why,
We're objects of
Subjugation.

All just a lie,
Always a lie that
Justifies vindication
Your eyes have such depth that even poseidon would drown
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