I am
Messages:
Written on discarded napkins.
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Humanity is a string of lights,
All so interwoven,
Such bright little dots of illumination,
Collectively shining out into the world.
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We take.
We take, and we take, and we take…
There’s no longer any creativity left in the world.
It sits there with a clandestine plan, hiding all of its secrets,
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He sits.
A calculator is set off to the side
As he furiously scribbles on the page in front of him,
Trying to finish.
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Miss Drop-Dead-Gorgeous… Really.
They told me about you, you know.
They say you’re beautiful, gorgeous, in fact.
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A noble butterfly quivers gently in the air.
A wing of deep violet bends further with the strain of its flight.
The aura of innocence surrounding it fills with the worst of connotations.
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We sat writing notes,
Because I didn’t want to talk…
But wanted to communicate.
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She sits in silent disbelief.
There's nothing left.
Disaffected, she cried.
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