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Newer Than The OldA child I once was,
No words to hang from
Nor thoughts to dwell.
A world of stuffed animals and dolls.
Where innocence lay upon pillows of vibrant dreams,
And inhaled the sweet whispers of lullabies.
But ticking clocks kept falling
Under my own skin,
Inside my reflection.
A yearning for simplicity,
To embrace what is now gone,
Lost to the growing distance.
Walls fostered by life,
Poisoned the pure.
And now? The muddled mind leaks sorrow,
Bleeds hollow tears.
Pages of an untold story
Flutter away like searching leaves
Under my very breath.
Take it away.
Let me hold firm my own name,
For its fringes will soon
Slip through my fingers.
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More