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Brooding, luxurious wall of darkness,

Loose fragments and infinite abysses crammed with isolation,

An illusion mimicking the echo of haunting thoughts,

9 PM,

a minty smell wavering over my just-brushed teeth,

fragile bubbles of soap curling on my fingertips and the sink,

10 PM,

curling up on the bed with a worn book,

swift locks of golden hair belonging to—

a girl once invisible that now has a place in this world,

guitar stained with teardrops,

that is worn out by playing her song.

golden fireworks blazing from the sky—

the lifting of a tender brush

dipping it in a swirl of gold

painting the lush scene

with fine flecks of rose gold;

the love of a tender soul

A goldfish. An animal that might seem plain and ordinary at one glance, but it’s so much more than that.

The girl I once knew

sang merrily while lying on the damp grass,

read stories out loud to her dolls;

played with a bright pink tea set.

But now

she only sings while no one is hearing,