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   From the minute I stepped on the first step of the stairway I knew it would be a jail for another

nine months, The wooden floor, which was half peeled like an orange, smelled

sour. The bathroom was covered with a golden layer of dirt. I dared

not look at the basin whose shape had originally been

a beautiful shell and was now a decayed one.

I explored into the attic ...

My limbs were caught in the melted spider nets

distributed in the air ... unclean.

Six houses in two years.

I have forgotten the

definition

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This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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riverstreambrooke This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 28, 2010 at 5:26 pm
i like this alot. i think the home at the end is interesting.. it draws attention to the ME part. very nice.
 
tori-gurl said...
May 28, 2010 at 10:46 am
wow that is tough moving and stuff. you make new friends get close to ppl and then have to move again. i feel for ya hun i am sorry that you have to go thru that no one should but you are a great poet, dont stop writing okay? :)
 
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