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exhaustion surrounds 

permeating her auric feild

like a blanket of thick smoke

retiring into the darkness of night

it is her solace and place of quietude

undaunted by earthly storms 

the raging fires of voicy havoc

 raucous misunderstandings

petty misgivings that cloud the path to clarity

slowly and calmly anesthetized 

by the rise and fall of her chest

the inspiration of her breath

 far into the depths of unconscious planes

dreaming of spatial incongruencies

distorted views of the day's events

 slip into a place where they make more sense

awakened by a sound

 a child weeping

baby soft skin broken by the remnants 

of an ogre's  shame and anguish 

after dropping bombs on innocent women and children

abandoned by an angel of forgiveness

left in the scourge of suffering

accompanied by his own flesh and blood babies 

 one man's desperation 

the cold war has been resurrected

a house of horrors comes alive

it is up to each one to survive

 raw emotion pierces a hole

gnawing like lightning through the night

 into the core of her soul

awakening with cries

but after 35 years

she is finally alive.

10:07 PM 7/3/2013

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As she stands in front of me and holds me, as I hold her.
I crumble to thought of ever losing her.
Her eyes bring on so much pain, so much wicked.
My heart brings on so much love, so much care.
That after I stare for as long as I need to.
The pain that was once there I now bestow in my box "my broken box".
That no one can touch.
No one can break .
No one can hurt her again.
No one can cause her that pain that they made her suffer.
I will take on the pain, I will take on the suffer.
If for a mere second she looks into my eyes to see how much I hold.
To see how much I have hurt.
To see how much I've been thrown away.
Your pain is gone when your with me.
I will hold it all.
"In my broken box".

Lifeless doll amoung the toy box
Face of black and white
What a pretty dress she wears
Yet no one likes the sight

A smile on her face
So sweet it seems to be
Yet no one goes to hold her
They only seem to flee

Still she keeps her smile
Face of black and white
Yet now she has some color
Red tears to stain her sight