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Epiphany of the Day
chloee

what is real to me?
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i'm running out of ways
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to bitch about trees
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and the weather by the beach.
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i should write of space and time;
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record my ironic life on blue lines
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for strangers to love after i've died.
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they will call out my words when
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they're hurt or concerned, and then
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they will feel fine. no crying out
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eyes, multiplying in time to create
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a better life. i will be free
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from currency and to my mother,
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i will be kind. consistant As are
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my grade,           know my name,
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for when i come back someday,
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we'll hug and speak of the love
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that runs like blood through our veins.
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what is real to you?
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probably just sports and the
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six o'clock news. your thin hair
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contrasts, like the earth and the
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grass underneath your shoe. and
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as it gets dark, you stare at the stars
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but i am looking at you. look how
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much you've grown, i can tell you're
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alone from the circles under your eyes.
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they are beautiful rainclouds
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surrounding sad skies, and when you
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look at me i see something more,
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something much greater than what
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lay there before. something hopeful,
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i swear! it's right there, in your stare
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and i dared to ask what had changed.
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in rage you explained;
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"everything is a game.
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its all stays the same, summer
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falls to winter and springs up
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again,               but still with the same face.
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blue is just blue, there's nothing
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new, just changes in placement and name."
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16 Mar 07


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l42 typo, other than that this is great
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