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Maria Robotnik awakened in a cool, dark place. Her heart raced, not with fear, but with curiosity, as this place was soothing and calm. Upward there was a dull light—far out of reach, unfortunately. Though she longed to rise and wander, she found an open stomach wound anchoring her to the floor. She winced and whined in pain. Her hand rose to nurse her bleeding stomach, finding her movements to be light and airy—inhuman. Maria could not understand. Her mind raced through the last memories she had before passing out; the ARK, sending Shadow to Earth, and...a gunshot. That's right, she realized; she was shot as she was sending Shadow

Poetry is not words pushed from the mouth like a race to orgasm. Poetry is the sound of the mind stripping its gears, measured by the opening and closing of a cranial trap door. Or, a single drop of blood in an ocean of pomegranate juice (the refined palette tastes the salt) -- Who knew words were heavier than air?

Between us there are 1300 miles Give or take And between all of our laughs and smiles I'm not sure if I'm dreaming or awake It took the 4 years I've known him To really realize the person i was looking for was right there And it was all thanks to him hopping a flight on a whim For us to realize how much we both care A couple days to soak in each other Feeling like it is a gift from father time Realizing how natural it feels with one another Knowing the distance to separate us, the only crime