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Formless mist hung over
The green sward,
Where the passing vapors roam
Like specters on a haunt
Lingering till sun reveals
Empty space.
The green sward,
Where the passing vapors roam
Like specters on a haunt
Lingering till sun reveals
Empty space.
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Ugly
Ugly
The girl was graced with angelic beauty,
A halo of gold silk and wide blue eyes.
But it made her snide, it made her snooty;
Life was a contest and she was the prize.
Young travelers came from across the land,
Offering gifts of most divine nature.
She truly had them under her command,
Yet she still was as cold as a glacier.
One spring day, a man appeared at her door.
He was tired, he was visibly weak.
To that girl, the weary man was a bore,
And moved on to a man with fine physique.
He refused to relent, and the next day,
He gave her a package, tied up with string.
She laughed in his face, for that was her way,
Saying "I ca
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i only asked for the end of the world
"i found shadows in the sun again,"
i looked at her
with a gleam of sarcasm in my eyes,
as she looked down with wind in her hair.
the night looked lovely on her.
the purple of post-nebula progression
it made her eyes look electric blue
though they were a soft green.
"i said, i found shadows on the sun again."
she'd never look up unless
she couldn't breathe and needed
to pull a sigh out of her butterfly winged lungs.
and that bothered me;
- she'd refuse to breathe
only because the air seemed
un-enough.
she'd give up so easily sometimes.
i run out of pretty things to say
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Bravery
On Saturday the twenty-first of January, Elliot took a gun, pressed it to the strip of bone between his eyes, and shot himself. The bullet shattered the frontal bone of his skull, warping his features past recognition, and burrowed through his pre-frontal cortex into the midbrain. He died before the sound stopped echoing through his empty apartment.
This story isn't about that.
I worked with Elliot for only a little while—less than six months. Most of what I knew about him came from his desk. Unlike the smaller ones the secretaries and other reporters had, it was a stately, imposing thing. It would've been terrifying, especially to a
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