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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She wants to be alone,all by herself, just the wall, her haircut and the tune in her lips But not others around her, She was the doll of every eye, But how does it change when she suddenly turns old? Old enough to look out for herself, Old enough for living a life amidst reality, Out of fantasies, out of imaginations, And that's when the truth dawns on her, The illusion..The depth of love, care, cleverness, affection, Those wide smiles, open arms that welcomed her and the cute hugs, That familiar warmth in which was wrapped a bag of lies, Which blinded her big eyes, her big dreamy eyes, Where's the one who gave her peace in the form of a lifeless bear? Where's the one who gave her peace in the form of a dangling cockroach? Where's the one who gave her peace in the form of words written on water? Where's the one who gave her peace in the form of loads of books? Where's the one who showed her the ripon building? Where's the one who gave her peace in the form of red red flowers? Where's the one who gave her peace in the form of a blue ribbon? No she forgets. . .The red ribbon, NOOOO ...the green ribbon. Yes the green ribbon. . .which held her pony tails when she went to school They were all beautiful to her big dreamy eyes, Not the ones, but what they gave and what they showed, Those sights and experiences. . And so she reaped the benefit of seeking solace from lifeless things, The benefit of relying on the lifeless things forever, A life with the lifeless. . . You can talk, they never talk back, You can hurl them down, and they still remain yours, You can cry and they won't show a different face nor spew venom, You can tel nice things and stare at their constant faces, Ah! Now that's the word, "Constant"... That which we humans are not, the lifeless are.. She loves this life.. . with the lifeless. . . She has a weapon against the bag of lies. . .a deadly weapon that spews not venom, but love!
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