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I know not which way I must look,
To make you smile,
At the dirt
Keep my chin up.
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Speak at my softly,
so solomnly I speak back to you
Scared to see the stars
I wont look up
Mark my words
As I glance ahead
Soft, slight, and spoken
Dream
beneath the skin
The birds shrilling
I cant look up,
Be with the darkened clouds
The stars so bright
Fell from your eyes
Into the flight
Of the birds, so slight,
Let it be alone, this pain
another line
says beauty
will not be forced
from a childs eyes.

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This poem breeds confusion from innocence. Another blarb from the world of my imagination.
*Lynsey*