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21 Hours
my eyes are shouting
my head is spinning
just barely breathing
in pain, i’m cringing
blowing balloons all night long
humming and dancing to my favorite song
silent coz i don’t know where to belong
white or black. right or wrong.
curling ribbons in my tired hands
sparkling magic in a whirl of my wand
in a minute i’ll sleep in a wonderland
lying carelessly in your hurting sand
tonight i’ll sleep forever
as i read your torn out letter
over and over and over
goodnight. see you in november.
February 11.2010.5:56PM
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By markjharris on 11 February, 2010, 1:27 pm
dang girl you know how to capture someones attintion in your poems i love them i cant wait to read more...
By auburn17 on 6 December, 2010, 8:29 am
that's a really nice poem you got there

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