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I open my eyes and sit up. I drift over to the bars of the cell door. It is raining; the drops are falling slowly, slowly, like snowflakes, like autumn leaves… when did I last feel the rain? I reach my hand out, between the bars; now my arm, my shoulder…
I stand in the alley and look back into my cell. I didn’t notice myself getting any thinner…
I turn and float down the alley. I don’t feel the rain. Instead, the shadows slide over me like water as I swim through the night air…
I pass a pair of guards standing by the first gate. One is talking loudly, but I barely hear him. My head is cloudy, soft, like eiderdown. They don’t see me.
Now I am on a road, moving away from the dark buildings. The rain has stopped, I notice, and a fog is gently rolling in. I join the fog and together we drift down the road, towards the Outside. I don’t know where I am going…
There is a brief flash – an image of a face, smiling; soft hands; a gentle voice, soothing; something warm and bright. Then it is gone again and there is just me and the fog…
©2008-2009 ~fyrflye
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This was just a random head-pop I had one day when I was running in the morning (it was foggy), and I decided to upload it just for the sake of uploading something.
I might end up doing something with it later (once I've finally finished my one for school)...
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I bet you were scared of people's reactions when you first made a poem like this [I don't know if this is your first,I just saw this on that Newest thing...]

Anyway,great job,person of whom I have never met!

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Thankyou very much, person whom I also have never met! ;D

It's not really a poem, it's just a scene that appeared in my head one day that I thought could have story potential (I read a lot of fantasy and therefore have an overactive imagination)... haha I think I'd have reason to be scared of myself if I wrote a poem like this...

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"...Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
- Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
Eh,I think anything like this is a poem <_<

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Ice Climbers,we don't care that you can retardedly hop to the top of a mountain with retarded little noises following each retarded little hop.

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Ohh lovely descriptive writing. hehe reminds me of those excersises in english where that give you a pretty picture and you write about it with metaphor and stuff. I loved that.
This is really cool, I'm faving it.

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:iconpounceglomp: thankyouuu!

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"...Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
- Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
:D

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"...Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars."
- Twilight - Stephenie Meyer
no problem :)

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