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Monday, August 2, 2010

Untitled - in the style of ee cummings

in the air, cries of silence
must none see, the tears on her face
rolling along, leaving a path
as her sunset rise, and sunrises sets
none for else only she
burden to carry
her own life she can’t live
no hope can she have
a necklace loose around her neck
a leash, a collar, more like
life goes on outside
a slight tear still forms
must none see
to be a doll
strong yet silent
away hidden
all her feelings
she does nothing, feels nothing

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