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mirage
By Malice In Wonderland
the smoke was.curling
featherlight filigrees
drifting in the wind
because this tiny apartment
boils if they're closed
fingers twitch
and ash meets recepticle
a pale remainder
of its. cancerous origin
resin stained fingertips
burnt and blackened
never still
never hopeful
anymore
we weigh out lives
in incriments of soulbound secrets
because feelings
are overrated
and love
is a loaded fucking gun
but we
blind in faith
are ever reaching into the flames
stonefaced and feeling everything
inhaling splintered reality
icy and painfully relavent
fighting the inevitable urge to combust
wishing to be
the smoke.in.the air
whimsy filled filigrees
drifting
away.
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Copyright 2013 Malice In Wonderland
Published on Monday, June 24, 2013.
Filed under:
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On Monday, July 1, 2013, Phalanx
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wrote:
That's a very astute observation. A well balanced write all around with powerful imagery, it almost felt like I was standing in the room with you while you reflected on the smoke from a cigarette and began typing again. Really cool.
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On Monday, July 1, 2013, Deathkitten
(573) wrote:
Hmm yes...a mirage indeed. Often rather invisibility. Nicely penned :)
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On Tuesday, June 25, 2013, FadedBlues
(2169) wrote:
...it's a whimsical thought, to be a vapor, formless & unfeeling...
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A former member wrote:
i wish i had a decent comment for this. all i can really say is that i feel what you're feeling. nothing ever ever fills. edventually, we don't even want that. we just want to blow away. much love for you and your crazy skillzz.
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