By: Emily
Competition Year: 2013
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I feel we're being pulled apart,
Forces beyond control,
Separated in an instant,
Even though you held my heart.

This is not a solution

What we were, we no longer resemble,
Nothing can be done.
When you're de-constructed, piece by piece,
What good is it to reassemble?

This is not a solution.

In the chaos you're misplaced, something has obscured my view,
I can't see your face, do you still smile with eyes I knew?

Not a solution, this is a shroud,
Our lives were lost, underneath the mushroom cloud.
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