Lucy Brown

i float like the morning winter breeze
bitter and cold,
distroying whats little left of summer.
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we are not children any more.
we are not young, as we were before.

we are forgotten, thrown away.
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like me.
love me.
want me.
adore me.
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the water is gone.
the shores are dry.
the sun, is out of sight.
the stars are out,
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just because i don't talk,
doesn't mean i have no voice.

just because i don't give answers,
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they hear the dragon coming.
its wings they speedily flap.
they see its eyes are shinning,
sweat pours from them like sap.
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the way out is not there.
i can't see it
i can't se it!
i'm trapped,
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