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Her hair is a curtain tumbles down a back stiff and stoic
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His hands were filthy, contaminated with the grease from his day job, three weeks worth of scrubbing
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my tongue is quivering, bow full of arrows, dancing behind my teeth set in motion with
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It's white gauze and it's wrapped around my lips, that are choking on sounds and space
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Pictures are hanging on my wall tilted expertly to the side, coming up a little short
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Turntables, she swept in trailing behind her the grief of eras before
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we were trekking today towards a town torn by tidal waves
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they stand in a silent stairwell screaming
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hes under the table, watching as the evergreen hung with
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She sat, still in her seat And kissed the revolver clutched in her palm
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Standing street fires, as we laugh at the madness that
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i need to feel alive and cacophonies of what you used to sing
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born into perfection, lovely as a mother steely eyed
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he breathes down a neck of alabaster cold,
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narcissism caused this, as she stares up at white
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tired of time, she trods tall staircases
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choking on every last brilliantly
strung word given as a gift when
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me and sebs:
she holds the weight of the world on her nose jb on pauls head. asian paul. french paul.
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Late September:
It was Her birthday, her 16th and She was fucking pissed. Nothing was happening the way She had imagined her sweet sixteen would be, but hey, Her life wasn’t anywhere close to MTV. She was at a school
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when will the
twists and turns of
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And as the moments flash by
one after the other
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another wasted day and the screaming melody
pounding
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Rashed, Zeina Ahmed, 11
Quaker Valley High School - Quaker Valley School District
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Rashed, Zeina Ahmed, 11
Quaker Valley High School - Quaker Valley School District
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I lost sight of us today
as the kiss happened in the hallway
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In his metzo piano schpiel
where all my hopes
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alabaster face and im just craving one
more taste
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ive lost it all for you
that sacrifice seems so irrelevant
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ive lost it all for you
that sacrifice seems so irrelevant
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Make me smile and curtsy
away the makeout we had
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corner store pickup
and off that floor shes
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Note to self
Those failures we remember
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home page full of those flashing lights
and we're all caught now
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