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LaurelShow poetry





















You cannot play pretend here.













Instead, let's believe that the world is real.
The embers and darkness and snarling of dogs that come from across the street are real; you will close your eyes at night and that burning house will linger on your retinas and singe your eyelashes. You will awake with charcoal tears on your pillow and bloodied ankles and with your legs split from your hip through your calves.



Real is taking every breath you exhale and blowing it into the heart of something burning.









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  • I.am.the.sun. : :) on May 12
    just saying hi again
  • Beata on March 14
    thanks a lot for the comment, I'm glad you enjoyed my poetry
  • I.am.the.sun. : hey! =) on August 28, 2008
    i was reading my comments and realized that you had commented on a few of my poems! thanks!! and im going to return the favour and read some of yours too, just... not right now. because im strapped for time. but i kinda find it funny how the person who comments on my poems the most is my own age! rad. haha, ill read them soon. *thumbs up and high five*

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