October 18, 2012
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Dark brown and frightening black
The trace of young boy’s eyes
Across a young girls curves
A feeling she despised

The soft pump of heart
The slow rise of her chest
A stop in their start
A slow, chilly breath

The maze of his fingers
Tracing her brown of nonexistence
Running the aura of affliction
An unbelievable distance

A last blink, burning, ever burning
A single tear beginning to fall
As her heart began to realize
Him and she, she and him
Were nothing at all

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