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Your screams echo endlessly Without response As diluted figures Torment you endlessly Drowning you in your own despair   You are isolated Yet so closed in That you’re being crushed
How easy it is to lose what we cling to! How fragile, these shining lives, how easily extinguished, yet how beautiful.   Our bones - reliable, powerful, wonderfully crafted, are but toothpicks 
(poems go here) Dark, deep Marbles in a pallet of white Pale, like a moonbeam Tired. Haunted. Human. Five fingered truths Paired with misery, Joy sustains Fleetingly, lost again
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