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01-12-06 thursday 10:25 pm
the corners turned to meet her stare. the shadows unravelling like broken
accordions. wheezing out the last few notes of their dead song.
just sight. that's all it is. whether you see it with your eyes opened or
closed. perception rampant. a herd of disappointment stampedeing. there are
no angry lips to spit these words. just broken tongues that sputter like gasless
engines.
the night always wants to know, but telling it is not as easy as it once was.
i get so lost inside myself. in all the microscopic moments that somehow have
culminated to make this one.
the hour develops like a photograph. images wincing into form. desire is the
aperture. the heart is the lens. pictures taken. needing frames.
the moon knelt down beside her. with arms drenched in movement. the sky took
her picture as she smiled for the last time. parting softly like lips to a
kiss. life stole them away from eachother just as gently as it had given.
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