Face of Fallacy

September 23, 2009
By dezzyg123 SILVER, Cressona, Pennsylvania
dezzyg123 SILVER, Cressona, Pennsylvania
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Crippled of ripe words,
We stand stiffly among this
Unwelcome air.

Beathe.

Transpired tension is pinched,
Pulled of tendancies,
Plucked by selfish fingers.

Unexpected apathy grips me,
My sanity...

Breathe.
Breathe.


The author's comments:
This is something short and rather plain that I wrote for my high school's Creative Writing course. My teacher really liked it and so did my classmates...
Looking back at it now, I feel as if it's missing something - probably body.

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