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Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:
'Love has gone, but it could come again.'
Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin
Her heart, now red, is beating again
- Hannah Fury, 'Someone Speaks Softly'

Not a writer but a professional student. Instead I can be the jaded passer-by that caught a glimpse of a fling or a fatal mistake, a murder in the back alley, and I keep it all to myself so I don't lose any of it during the spilling from heart to paper on an unimaginary dark night. I write opinions, facts, emotions and other satisfied sentences that are the offspring of my imagination and external influences. And I do not need your validation to live, for the record.

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Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery

Colours from her veins.
Written on: Friday, January 8, 2010
Time: 8:15 PM

I heard about a girl in town with powder-blue shoes
I knew from a storyteller (no, not from a saint)
Though I’m sure I’ve terribly misconstrued
He speaks of a girl with blue-green veins

How they reach out far beyond her fingers
Awkward tube-strings dangling in the breeze
Like jilted puppet remains following her hither
Sometimes she used them even to breathe

(And she was born like that
Loopy and never quite glad)

At home her veins grew and spread from wall to wall
Soaking up the sounds from her room to the next
I asked how she could absorb and enthrall
She said the process was really quite complex

But she wouldn’t share those lovely hues
Hoarding them all inside her space-constrained head
The blue-veined girl with powder-blue shoes
While her house turns dark and silent and dead

Draining colours from the television not too soon
When quite suddenly she burst at the seams oh
Her blood swirled with the colours of a rainbow
And pooled in the middle of the living room

(Which became a tourist attraction for days)

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