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Painful Truth (completely unstructured)
By alesana
in the palm of her hand she clutches a crystal
reflecting docile
stars and shifting nebulae
gold and ruby chains dangle at
her throat
the forests around are filled with beauty
the seas with colours and dreams
she closes her eyes, inhaling
the world
in all its fabulous marvels
when she
opens her eyes,
her hand is empty and caked with dirt
the skies are black and dull
only thorns surround her neck
haunting shadows lurch forth from the woods
the seas
are dark and haunting -
all her world has been taken,
taken by fire and the pain of truth.
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Copyright 2011 Meg Owens
Published on Sunday, September 4, 2011.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
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On Monday, September 5, 2011, dwells
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Spooky-nice, thanks.
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On Sunday, September 4, 2011, Invisibledarkness
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damn... good write and very detailed. i love it cuz we see things the way we want to then reality friggin kills us
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