August 6, 2011
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Just a fly-by-night nothing,
flapping briefly in my head.
Then it slips into the empty void and plummets till it’s dead.
But for that moment I can taste it,
humming in my shallow hold,
coiling up and springing forward,
breaching predetermined mold.
Its beaming heartbeat is familiar,
its promise always seems so bright,
but then it flutters from my senses,
and breaks free into the night.

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HannSawyer15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 25, 2011 at 11:51 am
I really liked this. You're a really good writer and I love you worded everything. :) Keep it up! :D
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