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Sarah Knill Sep 2011
Aligning every thought, you not coming across leaving me the most impatient.
I may be someone to you.
**** the though, linger on dear.
Silky shadows of you rest in my soul.
Aware of my every thought, you smile.
My unimaginable, inconsiderable, unpreventable state of mind may look at you.
Come on in and gently place your flowers on the ground.
With your unobtainable feeling, ideas wisp out.
The delicacy of this proven fact is unknown
Someday I may miss you.
Come and collect every whispering thought of this world.
As your docility frolics throughout my bones, you know exactly what to do.
You came over, oddly real. And from then on turned into something beautiful.
My sensitivity collapses.
Align everything in a lovely way.
Sarah Knill Sep 2011
She sat on the ground.
She thought of only the truth,
Which left her back in one frail position.
The smell of the smoke, the silence of the crash.
Maybe she will try to understand.
Just having to think of that very moment, will send a fresh chill to each single bone.
The sky clouding up her prayer, to you.
The acquired strength she may grasp.
Her gentle weeps embody many.
The world still may be turning, she notices.

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