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Found Poem - 05.12.09

Some say the world will end in fire,
I knew that essentially nothing had changed.
She was a stranger in this world, just like him.
He would not cry in front of them again.
But until then, you never saw me.
I concentrated on being invisible...
It was a heroic shot.
The forest vibrated with the ripeness of its colors,
It was a long, quiet walk.
The night was not dark enough...

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)


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