February 13, 2009
By TinyVessel GOLD, Mantua, Ohio
TinyVessel GOLD, Mantua, Ohio
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A replacement?
I remember being jealous when my sister was born.
A purple stained room,
Absent affection
I tend to exaggerate.
Non-fiction is a stretch for me,
I so rarely speak it.

Clung to this memory
From dreams
I slink nearer,
Tan arms swinging,
Safe and vulnerable,
I feel no pain.
I reach.
I am
Cumbersome admirer.
My arms hold in place.
I seek respite.
A cold swell
Reverberates in my heart, stopping it momentarily.

Twin smiles beckon to me.
I'm forcing a smile,
And I so rarely notice.
Submission would save me.
Come tear my walls down till they frown.

The author's comments:
Each seperate line is a clipping taken from a piece I wrote earlier this school year.

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