The silent air, blowing the secrets to the rabbit's ear.
The thumping of the rabbit's heart as its legs carry it far from the following fox.
The whiskful night hiding the hound dogs.
Their panting evaporating into the night.
The hunters shine, dulling in the moon light.
The whispers of the childrens cry, muffled by the mother's murder.
The stains of the pleasant white sheets, flying into the sky with the glow of ashes.
The silent air holding its secrets.
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Written September 18th, 2005
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mood swing much?
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Oh leave me alone
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thats what i thought
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^.^ many many times
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how many times have you read this to me?
*thinks*
Always stays the same, a great write....expessially since it came from an air conditioner
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