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her spine was dusk
 and unmade nests,
 but he tried to live there
 anyway;

he was neither nocturnal
 nor a dawn-believer,
 so he suffocated
 in the birdhouse of her ribs.

Thought I'd turn out a piece before I drown in the pile of schoolwork.

Recently, I've been a crier to Ingrid Michaelson's song The Chain.
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Litwick-Kindly Featured By Owner 4 days ago
There's a play I saw once where everyone forgets about the phenomenon of night so people fall into a quiet panic. Newscasters across the country comment on the arrival of darkness, bravely standing their ground as the nation is engulfed by a shadow it knows nothing of, as the nation wonders whether the sun will rise again.

Sometimes the darkness doesn't last only for the night but I promise you a rose Rose, because the red sun had once risen and it does rise again.
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h2so4brain Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2014  Student General Artist
Hey,I know that song!preety awesomeCURSE YOU! also I love everything about the poemLa la la la I think I've fainted. 
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sciencevsart Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I love those metaphors in the last line.
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introverted-ghost Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2014   Writer
Those last lines are just perfect. :heart:
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