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Literature Text
truth be
told
you're one
of those
misguided
souls
who're pre-
disposed
toward picturing
perfection
given flesh
toward spending
your whole life
holding
your breath
as for the
featured
sweet release
I fear you've
built her
piece
by piece
and forced her
fully formed
from
the mirror
a dream
that dissipates
as you
draw nearer
a wondrous
wish
(when un-
fulfilled)
who pirouettes
on pedestals
'til tarnished
with a
single
witnessed
topple
fantasy's
a fearsome
act
to follow
told
you're one
of those
misguided
souls
who're pre-
disposed
toward picturing
perfection
given flesh
toward spending
your whole life
holding
your breath
as for the
featured
sweet release
I fear you've
built her
piece
by piece
and forced her
fully formed
from
the mirror
a dream
that dissipates
as you
draw nearer
a wondrous
wish
(when un-
fulfilled)
who pirouettes
on pedestals
'til tarnished
with a
single
witnessed
topple
fantasy's
a fearsome
act
to follow
Literature
what i hold close to my heart
it's sunday morning and we are lying in the sand, a warm wind initiating contact with our flushed faces. there are no words- none at all- just the sound of breathing and hearts beating- just a smile, just a kiss. he looks down to see my small head and my tiny hand on his chest- my sleeves are too big and they fall down to my knuckles- this is his favourite. the hem of my dress is blowing in the wind as we lay together, holding hands.
i wake up, dreams silenced, and our bare feet are touching. his hands are in my hair. he is softer than a shadow. i am holding him and being held thoughtlessly like hands on cheeks; a kite blowing aimlessly, car
Literature
Skeleton
I knew a pretty girl
Who couldn’t see her own face,
the magnitude of her grace,
or, perhaps she didn’t want to,
But the boys did.
I knew a pretty girl
Who had a mirror that lied.
It choked and it spat out
just what she despised:
The noise.
The screech.
The howl
of intolerable imperfection.
Not worthy of love,
She had no face.
The boys saw that, too.
The emptiness of her eyes
simply reflected the lips that
grasped her neck.
The anonymous hands
at her hips
Drove her train of thought to a wreck.
Derailed.
I knew a pretty girl
Who drank poison
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Aww AWESOME! 
seriously. it's amazing, im without words. Great job, both of you!
seriously. it's amazing, im without words. Great job, both of you!