Olly and Molly Tsi

They say our fate is held in the stars
Tiny silver pinpricks
That decide our future
But what do the stars care
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A red flower sits
Its brethren not awakened
Beauty unrelenting
Twisting petals
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Its a soft gentle glow
Not a raging fire
A warmth that feels like home
Safety
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Bright eyes
Shining with interest 
Looking around in awe
Too innocent to be broken spirited
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This darkness blankets us
Shields us from the world
From the truth
That things are no longer as they were
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A dark alleyway
Of broken promises
Hope fades into the black
And blackest of blacks hide
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Bodies lie
In quiet graves
A freshly lain
Joins their lines
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A clock ticks
In an open classroom
And looks upon the faces
Surrounding it
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A flower sits
In a lonely field
Its petals overlapping
One by one
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A void
Chasm of endless sorts
Unchanging for centuries
A deep black grips eyes
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A bond formed
Anybody can
At first vocal
When the young are too pure
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A sweet embrace
Of lips touching
A token of appreciation
endless in history
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Light shines bright
On crowds unsuspecting
Cheery children play
On grounds of the forgotten
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A particle
energy in its purest
it travels speeds thought impossible
from the intricate reactions
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A comet flies.
streaked blues point away
From dying stars.
Their bony fingers
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One or two,
Not much has happened
Barely a minute passes
And it takes control
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A thump of rage
A cry of pain
It was all the drink
You are not to blame
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