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Naive
Sound penetrates
 Silent words spoken through locked lips.
 
 The ringing ears,
 Eyes’ watchful gears
 As they gaze into nothingness.
 
 Abandoned frames,
 Broken trains,
 Old knickknacks lined in rows
 
 Surrender pieces of the past
 In a language no one knows.
 
 -The fireworks above the lake
 That set sparks of light into each wave
 
 -The fortress made after snow came
 Resembling a frozen cave
 
 -The selfish tears poured in stuffed ears
 The only ones that never judge
 
 -Cracked glassy wings tied limply in string
 From a net’s miscalculated lunge
 
 -The refreshing cool of the nearby pool
 Where drowning isn’t real
 
 -Death means to tell a long farewell
 But they return, no big deal.
 
 
 
 No graceful fall of forceful spark
 
 May take away the roar
 
 
 
 Spring sun is felt, the frost then melts
 
 Nothing remains but an igloo’s core
 
 
 
 An angry tear left the comforter bare
 
 Of its greatly soothing cloth coat
 
 
 
 No guilt nor sorrow, this life was borrowed
 
 For there’s no difference between friend and foe
 
 
 
 Chlorine clogs the throat, try not to choke
 Barely reaching the top in time for air
 
 
 With no turning around, just fall to the ground
 So young, no more life, so unfair.
 
 No secrets may leak by thinking,
 
 No harm is meant through thought
 Now memories are all that store the sinking
 Naive beliefs that were
 
 
 Subconsciously,
 
 Bought.

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