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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Friday, August 10, 2012

A young mother gives birth
to her second child
two months early
the baby arrives
and attached to a breathing machine
24 hours later
the baby dies
what's the point in that

There is a reason
so they say
why things happen
this way

Fishing for answers
in the cool springs
of the mountains

Acceptance
of something
that just wasn't meant to be

What's the point in that

Life is precious
if only for a few hours
the child was born
leaving behind
truths to be found


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