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Marie Wonka ([personal profile] fanciful_muse) wrote2012-11-14 09:34 pm
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A poem

I stare off into space
My eyes, turquoise and cold
No pupils, just glow.



I think
What's out there?
Who, is out there?



Darkened skin flashes in the night
White clothes, glowing as if alive
On their own.

I swish my long, white tail.



I think.
Out there?
Anything?



I can be
Surrounded by gyrating bodies
A lost soul in the midst of a crowd
Wondering if it's really worth it
Or should I just go home.
Anyone?