AN- Now it's back to my usual brand of Shadow-garbage. I wrote this a few weeks ago for a Creative Writing class.
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spray-painted black and yellow lines
overlapping, giving the image of two
perhaps entwined, perhaps destined for each other;
but most likely not.
you see, if you were to look beyond the simple colors
there would be a clear distinction evident.
though blurred by tears and smudged with blood
the existence of the boundary was undeniable,
at least back then, when there was such a thing
before the one without any genuine emotions
fled the scene of the crime, sobbing like a child
screaming out lies and trying desperately to delude himself
he learned in time, in spite of it all,
that the escape from the garden of glass sculptures was inevitable
and that life in the arms of the unforgiving
was just another part of being human
~End~