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Naomi Erin Mar 2014
Loud is a price I'll pay,
for you leave, and it's
all I have.

Does your silence scream?

I dance alone, no melody for me to
recognize,
but I feel you at my fingertips.

I am but a memory,
and a page easily skipped
the girl with the unsure smile and
sea arson eyes.

I remember what you said
this neverending racetrack
just turn right
for left leads you where you want to
go

You say my eyes set fire to the
oceans
I gave it all up to you
and you stole my
warmth, ready,

Am I good enough yet?
The girl has lost both her smile and her eyes
An empty body,
drifting.

— The End —