Fog (illusion)
By Echo
Your broken image of me shatters my soul into an infinite number of jagged
shards. As that image ravages my soul blood starts to flow. I begin to
enjoy it as you revel in a deep haze of fog and blood. I fall further
into the haze as your soul begins to bleed. Together we dissapear into
a flawless and imperfect dream forever.
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© 2005 Echo
Published on Thursday, November 3, 2005.
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"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, November 1, 2006, beautifulfallenangel
(62) wrote:
and broken down again, i fear i may understand this piece..deep in the sparse and souless.........BEAUTIFUL
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A former member wrote:
violent yet quietly soothing...