Work in Progresss

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I'm still working on this. First was going to be a title till it was done, then it inspired some writing. So, actual title.

Submitted: August 26, 2012

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Submitted: August 26, 2012



It's cold.

It's chilly up here.

A snowstorm that blows and blows, and the thin cracked ice I stand on is less or more.

My arms were prairies now the rolling hill goosebumps tell their caveman stories.

Wondering whether I should take a left or right, the traffic light winks it's red, white, green, choices at me.

Red for all the blood lost over you.

White for the spots the blood never knew.

Green for the life that grew.

Like my dead tree on the porch that has new vines,

I came back to life.

But there's still a story being written.

A work in progress.

Some of the words that I need to finish my sentences, haven't even been brainstormed yet.

Save it for the next chapter,

can't even read it yet.

Pages glued together like a kindergarder's fingers after arts and crafts.




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