Mayhem spilled a violent pink to a canvas, | 1 |
the favorite color of Kate, | 2 |
shattered from perfection | 3 |
as the wind spit fury through her world | 4 |
she found herself standing in the intersection, | 5 |
another piece of traffic lacking all direction. | 6 |
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With malice in her breathing, | 7 |
Kate could never see herself ten years down the road, | 8 |
the way the only similar sight | 9 |
was her reflection in the window | 10 |
if the darkness caught it right, | 11 |
but she never knew the night. | 12 |
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One day, she'll stay up late | 13 |
and the faces of simple Kate | 14 |
will write the wrongs of her past | 15 |
and paint herself a red carpet | 16 |
away from the stones she has cast. | 17 |
She'll cope with growing up too fast... | 18 |
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Roll film. | 19 |