A couple poems i thought of last night. One goes with the general trend of what i have. and the other isnt, but could be taken as a dream.

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Curled up in a fetal position

Outside, I hear the siren.

Footsteps outside the threshold

The night grows old,

the night grows stale

my attempts at sleep have failed

once again

I've no friends

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In the mist she was standing,

weeping.

A tear rolls down her cheek

in the knees, i am weak.

I can't stand to see those tears.

She cries out, but I do not hear.

Morning sun claws through the branches,

highlighting her defenselesness.

alas, from this melencholy scene I must depart,

for, in the end, I know I will only break her heart.

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