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Color Blind
By Phalanx
This is the hardest time of year.
A lot of memories, old faces and regret
Find the cold spaces between seasons
Crawling back to life where the sun sleeps longer and
I can smell harvest burning.
I know now I was always alone
Doing better with it then
Because I believed I wasn't but,
Truth bears a stranger light.
What glows and casts a shadow?
Something that shines in a spectrum we can't see.
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Copyright 2013 Phalanx
Published on Monday, September 2, 2013.
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"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
There is a bittersweet Autumn glow to this write that burns. It's like an appreciation of the atmosphere that deals with the unpleasant memories, & acknowledging a dark future. Don't know if it's intended, but there's a specific wording here coursing my mind with dark thoughts...not necessarily negative, but wary, maybe. I try to look for things I cannot see. Thanks, man.
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On Tuesday, September 3, 2013, dwells
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wrote:
Ultraviolets and infrareds beyond the visible spectrum, and the truth of youth becomes the fey in the grey of day perhaps - cheers P!
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