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 Posted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 6:23 am
2 Sides
Senses dull and peak at the
same space in time.
nerves disentigrate
into little piles of
ashy memories
that burn the heart, mind
sting, eat, tear
it hurts like hell
this decision to love you
from a distant place
from a remembrance
from a shell
you once gave me gold
I keep in my sock drawer
intimate place
gone from my sights
then close to my feet
condescendence
I give more than take
a correspondance lacking
emotion
but mine
your love like my relation
with my stockings
close but too far from
my pulsing cardiac mess
this heat
extinguish it or I shall
burn to a glorious light
a death that might scorch
your heart
the laugh
the realization too late
I was had
I was prey to your
delusions of comfort
affection
love
the darkness is comforting
like a mantle
enfolding, rapturing, not as fearful
as your false light
is it all right
if I leave these memories in your hands?
these little knives?
to you, the placebo
the false coin,
the b*****d prince.
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 11:30 am
Wow. That was a little bit, umm, amazing. Good job!
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 7:30 am
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