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Fourteen I remember that room.Fourteen by ~catylynn
The soft carpet that I loved to lay on, even though my mother was embarrassed by the color and stains. It was old, but lots of things are old. That doesn't mean they don't have a purpose. The carpet has long since been replaced by scratchy, attractive stuff. The bunk bed is gone now, replaced by a "big girl bed" with nice sheets and a clean look. No more talking about Harry Potter to a friend right below me. No more worrying that the ladder will fall off and kill me. No more picking popcorn off the ceiling, and getting yelled at for making a mess. I make new messes now. I remember that room.
I remember that dog.
Illuminated by ~catylynn

Perspective The ocean howls in terrific anger,Perspective by ~catylynn
no sight on Earth to match its rage,
The fury fills my line of vision.
It fills me to the brim.
Nothing exists, nothing matters,
save this beautiful tantrum
And yet,
An ignorant desert night,
Lit by a thousand million stars,
Can not hear the ocean's screams.
Instead, it sits,
in perfect
Silence.
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My god it's gorgeous whenever that boy smiles.
I smile for you Brandon Riley
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams