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joyce knee May 2014
Our love can not exist.
      Echo's final plight.
           Ero's arrow askew.

Come find me beyond the
clouds.
I'll wait among the whispering
veils,
      among the weeping
willows.
i wait for you at the breaking of
dawn.
Trey Swint May 2014
A tear fell a thousand stories
from my lonesome weeping face

I had no built up aggression-
no overwhelming rage

Forever tired of all the stress. . .
of which I had no control

My body painfully ached from all the pain-
and now-
I am no more

— The End —