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imagined obsessor
By anakronistik_me
her name rides
on a gust
of smog.
setting
aside
my breathing
needs.
her beauty
sheds
a different
kind of
light.
blinding me
from the
truth.
her hand slides
along...
gracefully.
causing my heart
to stop
pounding.
when i hear
her name
i can't
breathe.
i see
her face
and i can't
see.
i feel
her touch
and it just
kills.
she takes
my life
just by
existing.
but
i'm afraid
i may go
missing.
i'm
not
really
here.
i
don't
really
exist.
i'm
merely
an
imagined
obsessor.
created by:
The World's
Most Beautiful
Narcassist.
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
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© 2007 Sarah C. Mills
Published on Saturday, July 21, 2007.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "imagined obsessor"
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A former member wrote:
I'm not quite sure how to interpret the meaning of this -like is 'she' a self -induced fantasy/illusion?? -but it's interesting and prob best left to the imagination. excellent flow, glides effortlessly down the page -wonderful write.
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On Monday, July 23, 2007, Mylissa
(845)
wrote:
oh my this was priceless..so beautiful in all it had to offer. I am amazed by it and it should be getting much more praise. Lovely. a fav.
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On Sunday, July 22, 2007, Revisable Retina
(83) wrote:
Loved the way you put things into perspective. Beautiful word choice.. very nice write..
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A former member wrote:
OMG! This was so unique. I love the way you wrote this, very creative. Great imagery!
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