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I rest, breathless On an icy metal swing and carefully place My hands So numb, and I can not unfold my elegant fingers On the rust of a chain. I muster a heave And I become: pendulum. Higher and higher now… My old black rebellious Yet breathtakingly common sneakers Peak above my head and Beyond them lays the orange sky… A purple cotton ball is blotting At the wound of our Sun. Further up my legs, now A rainbow of cotton Up to my knees, but slide down With each swing, and kick. These socks lead to shorts Tattered and hold no heat In this merciless February wind. I wear a shirt Rooting a children's hopeful Soccer team

A thick pearly period Has been carefully traced With thick grey lead At the end of our Elaborate sentence, Allowing the tale to forget, And so, proceed. Something new will soon Be reveled Events will unfold As the pencil tip Dances across the Smooth, blank paper You may soon be forgotten. Every sentence has Its own life, Given time to thrive, And eventually fade... Becoming greyer and greyer Until that final dot: The death sentence. But is it truly all so Final? Or is it merely a pause... Suspense, until it pounces back With love?

In an ocean of tall crisp grass She lies Slowing closing her heavy eyelids Only wishing she were not alone. She conjures a vision Him Lying next to her Fragments of his face Looking back at her Through the blades of grass He guides his hand Through the maze of green leaves To her hand Gently taking hold of it They both gaze at the sky of Sapphires, amethysts and rubies. But this is only a fabrication of her mind As she opens her eyes and reality dawns on her She feels a pang in her chest And smiles regretfully, inwardly Because she finally understands that "Heartbreak" is real She has heard about this thing called "love