W H I T E.

white.

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W H I T E.

My heart is as pure as an all white room

As neat as a freshly ironed button down

As refreshing as the first snow

As mysterious as an unopened door.

My heart is as empty as an all white room

As stiff as a freshly ironed button down

As sharply cold as the first snow

As closed as an unopened door.

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L i e N' W a i t.

Waiting for your call.

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L i e  N ’  W a i t

I see you waiting; your constantly staring is making me nervous. I see that worried look

on your face, you set me down, but it isn’t long before you come back. I feel bad. I wish I

could give you what you are waiting for. Angrily you snatch me up, put me on my leash,

and leave me in your room. I am so sorry. Finally my body shivers in excitement, I let out

my glorious cry. I wait for your excited face, calling you to come back to me. Still I wait

for you…my soul goes dark and cold again. Where are you?