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Memories and Cardboard Tassles Pt. 3
By Crush_With_Eyeliner
We have collided, then,
against our own
eternal epiphany.
I look backward through
half-dead prisms
to see the skeletons
of my own memory.
If I could measure
my regret, in units
of length,
it would stretch
past all horizons.
Past what
time
can heal.
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Copyright 2010 Crush_With_Eyeliner
Published on Sunday, October 17, 2010.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
that is a harsh brutality, in reality, understanding there might very well be some things never recovered; scars are funny things, they show character, they show heart, and they are not supposed to hurt, but they do......true wounds are not skin deep; they impale. all the way through space and time and bodies and minds......i like the 'half-dead prism'; as if the beauty of colours is choked back by a blackness............your writes are so visceral and scything.
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