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She looks out at the sea, her lonely retreat,
welcoming cerulean waves around bare feet.
With reluctance, she plucks the ribbon from her hair,
releasing a bittersweet song into salty air.
Silently, she cried to the tide in harsh tones -
never in her life had she felt so alone...
But when only the stars examined her fears,
she abandoned her senses, made deaf her ears.
Her tears began to well, crimson dew upon both cheeks,
as the lies bled through her soul and yet love would not cease.
She cried and she screamed, releasing all but hatred -
for this girl could not show an emotion she berated.
Betwixt her fragile fingers and between her little toes,
sand sifted through like memories forgotten as one grows.
And this ocean was her friend, consuming her dismay,
waiting for the moment she said, "Take it all away."
©2006-2009 ~angelsarefascists
:iconangelsarefascists:

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Written 12/11/06. Feel free to question or simply comment.

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:iconclow-reed16:
i feel almost sad reading this...like the girl is going to kill herself in the ocean or something..very nice :D but sad :( and yet still beautifuly written :hug:

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~*~remember my name, you'll be screaming it later~*~
:iconlourdeslaveau:
I know this feeling.... memories can be a gift or a curse.
Very powerful and wonderfully written. :clap:
:iconangelsarefascists:
Thank you so much! (:

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"Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, that the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; for my enemy is dead." Walt Whitman
:iconangelsarefascists:
Um, in a jiffy-pop, I would sum up that she wants to give herself to the ocean because it's the only thing that ever listened to her.

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"Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, that the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; for my enemy is dead." Walt Whitman
:iconclow-reed16:
lol yeah....thats what i meant :D

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~*~remember my name, you'll be screaming it later~*~
:icontruely-me-niece:
this was very well written, i love the last line, its genius :)

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love = confusion
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true love will find a way
it always does-

i think
:iconangelsarefascists:
Thank you :thanks:

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"Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, that the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world; for my enemy is dead." Walt Whitman
:icongreymoonwolf:
i really like this one.

i like this part:

"Her tears began to well, crimson dew upon both cheeks,
as the lies bled through her soul and yet love would not cease"

i just really like the way that part sounds...

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"What? You want art?!
You take something entirely mundane, and you lie about it,
that's art..."

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