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Unseen

March 3, 2014
By WeAreRelative BRONZE, Valrico, Florida
WeAreRelative BRONZE, Valrico, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” — Anais Nin


Vivacious and colorful,
Turns stony and cold,
The death of a girl,
Fragile and bold.

A smile that introduces,
an orchestra of sorrow,
Oh there aren't enough uses,
For the breath wasted on tomorrow.

Her eyes don't sparkle with life,
They shine with tears.
And her upturned eyebrows,
Are meant to hide her fears.

But as tomorrow rolls around,
her tears will run out.
From open eyes they'll drown,
The lungs that only breath doubt.



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