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pretty much just a stream of consciousness? not really sure just thought it sounded neat..

Submitted:Feb 22, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Sitting in my paper house

Looking through the walls

I hear the breaking dishes

And the candle as it falls.

Burning house on paper hill

Rush to douse the fire

We just sit and laugh and stare

Tickled with desire.

Looking at our house of cards

On the bedroom floor

Laughing as we seal the windows

And lock the only door.

Then we spark another flame

And set the home ablaze

Laughing at the fiery light

That captivates our gaze.

Running from our paper lives

Stretched out way too thin

Transparent are our many lies

Translucent is our skin.

Giddy little children playing

Stupid little games

We laugh and cry and scream aloud

As our life goes up in flames.


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