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Soul SeerI see that we are here again,
In this cold blue place,
Known as your soul...
Please lovely, no more tears,
Let me wipe them away,
Never let them fall again.
I welcome you here,
To where everything is golden,
In tranquil green of the old.
I pridefully wear my flowing white dress,
And take your hands, so cold,
Scare away the tendrils of black that climb up your slender legs.
This beautiful place, my soul,
It conflicts greatly with yours,
But I want you here.
If you're a black stain upon me, then so be it.
You deserve more than freezing cyan and dragging black,
Here, you shall have sweet gold and peaceful white.
Digital LoveThrough the bright and glaring screen,
I see the chats that make me smile,
Oh how I wish to reach for you,
Sweet and lovely Zoe...
Fun and laughing for hours,
Tears and sadness on occasion,
My hand is virtual, pixels in a sea of many,
But to you it shone out.
Take my hand and grasp it tightly so we never lose each other,
Whispering digital words that carry secrets,
Don't leave me,
You hold every secret and every emotion.
It is often that I am asked who is my best friend,
You are most certainly in my virtual life,
If you were here, like how I wish,
You'd be my best no matter what.
You always are there, listening sweetly, understandingly,
Give me wise words that a sixteen year old didn't know,
But I'm here as well,
Helping you, too.
This screen will disappear,
Changing from light bulbs to warm sunlight,
As our eyes finally meet for the first time.
Hugs and tears,
Laughing and crying,
You are here.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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