silence_sits_on_a_swing
sixteen silence sits on a swing
under a moon
digging her sneakers into gravel.
Wanders towards the noise
to self destruct,
and where laughter was heard
silence finds
a street light and more nothing to ponder.
She watches the past float through
triangular windows in the greenhouse
at the school.
She covers the ground with
her exhasution
and silence
sleeps beneath the sharpened stars.
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pete it squeaks as she reaches its heights 050831
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rhin silence sits on a swing
she grasps the rope
held by the hands of her own shadow
moonlight burns her skin
and the wind slaps her face
she turns white as screams choke
and falling teardrops freeze
as they fall into place
silence knows her words fall deaf
and dark lips sting from the
crude string that ties them
forward she glides and backwards she hides
unseen, unheard, unwanted, unknown
from the rush of the day and deep into night
she sells her soul to the burning moon
When she lives there, she leaves here
and silence
dies beneath the hush of the stars
when silence sits on a swing.
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Traveller I'm fucking speachless....

and that doesn't happen very often.

*Applauds*.....loudly...

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130620
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hel moving...

thank you
130620
what's it to you?
who go
blather
from