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Monday, March 2, 2009
Silver
She has shining silver eyes.
I remember when she stared at me,
I knew she wanted something.
When speaking about living or dead,
I don't know where I'm supposed to be.
I stared back and saw the light gleam.
I saw the light shine and sparkle.
Something in me hurt so much; I
fell bleeding from my eyes and mouth.
I knew it was because of something she did.
Superstitious I felt so I wanted revenge.
When I caught her I made sure of something.
I made sure she saw me for a while.
Slowly breaking her neck and killing her air.
I knew I was happy then, happy to justify.
Justice is a superstition I thought.
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