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Illusions

By Gabrielle, Galesburg, IL

Thinking, wondering, contemplating…
The stream of tears begged to flow-
But I protested,
Shoving the desire down my throat.

The trees rustled and creaked,
Showing their weakness to the bitter wind-
Which pushed and prodded through the silence.

My footsteps whispered and snickered as they shared
hidden kisses with the ground,
And goose bumps threatened my skin.

Searching in the vast, unforgiving darkness,
I didn’t dare surrender.
So why did I unconsciously tug at my white flag?

I tightened my jaw out of anguish


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