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<meta charset="UTF-8">
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<title>blanka - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<body>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>blanka</b></p>
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<p>published: 12-6-2016</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>she was a poem of the highest order<br />
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as if a deity had handed her down themselves<br />
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but she was surrounded by illiterates</p>
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<p>no use judging a book by its cover<br />
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if you can’t even read the gold lettering on top</p>
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<p>she walked through the empty hallways of her home<br />
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hammering and sawing reverberating through the walls<br />
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messages flew from her fingers to all of her friends<br />
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“would you run away with me?”</p>
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<p>nobody is serious at seventeen<br />
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but she was pretty damn close<br />
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with her eyebrows drawn together<br />
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and her bottom lip sore from biting</p>
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<p>the old shops in her new town creak and groan<br />
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“do you feel lonely?<br />
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it’s a great big world out there”</p>
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</body>
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</html>
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