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It is as if

Fisticuffs were words tossed to the wind

muted conversations like monologues

I did not hear you, my reply met deaf ears

and the noise seemed to swallow us in.

 

The bowls of the roaring monster were not pleasant

they reverberated the angst of digestion;

depression that ate me wholly.

 

Help?

 

for if it was not for some miraculous hand

may I lay there still, to be

dead; but I am alive and alight

and the hand holds me higher

still...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

still...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

still...

it is as if you are an angel

 

show me the way

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  • sora.
    March 3

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    xxx

    going to need a synopsis of this one.
    but i do love:
    "I did not hear you, my reply met deaf ears
    and the noise seemed to swallow us in."
    you have no idea how significant those two little lines are to me right now.
    now these clapping kids are going to make up for my depression.


  • piapressure
    February 28
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    Whoa, i love the conclusion