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Eleven's Twelve


Deep in the trees, in the midst of their Games,
We stood together: a pact, a team, friends.
Your presence revived me, weakened my pains,
Brought back who I was outside of their lens.

Yet now I lay with you, knowing you’re gone
Watching your innocence fade from your eyes.
As a parting wish, I whisper a song,
A hymn that follows your soul as it dies.

Your eyes flicker shut, your breath is now gone,
Yet your soul echoes throughout the vast wood,
Filling these desolate trees with a song;
And through my tears I stand where आप once stood,

Holding a young girl whom I barely knew,
Eleven’s tribute, forever my Rue.
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"THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE" (2013) Review

Despite my enjoyment of the 2012 movie, "THE HUNGER GAMES", I must admit that I had regarded its sequel, "THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE" with a wary eye. One, the movie franchise had replaced Gary Ross with a new one, Francis Lawrence. And two, a relative who had read all three of Suzanne Collins' novels expressed a less-than-impressed opinion of the सेकंड installment, which this movie is based upon. But enamored of the first film, I decided to give this सेकंड one a chance.

"CATCHING FIRE" picked up not long after the ending of the first installment....
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 "I was frustrated. I threw a चाकू at the wall."
"I was frustrated. I threw a knife at the wall."
My tired and achy body feels numb beneath me. The gentle gliding motion of the train rocks me back and forth like the ocean carrying its waves to the shore. Except waves aren't being carried towards what will most likely be their deaths.

Jay, Tabbie, and Maggie, my mentor-everybody calls her Mags-, all ate in the dining केबिन ages ago, but I requested रात का खाना alone in my room. I need time to think and plan strategy. My रात का खाना lies cold and untouched on चोटी, शीर्ष of my dresser, the only other piece of furniture in my dismal little train केबिन besides my bed. I only have about seven days to prepare...
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