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since 2000-01-01
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The smell of newly purchased leather and the crisp sharp folds of your original design have faded with the apathetic passage of time, but the impression of your novelty will never be forgotten. I can still see you now. With the flick of a wrist and the tug of two hands, you covered all signs of age and transformed the sardonic twist of an unforgiving smirk into an unflappable confident grin, a grin that I cannot easily dismiss. His grin. My memory man. My nemesis. Occasionally I wonder whether the trading of disguises was worth it for him; bitterness and loneliness in exchange for a leather veneer. Yet such thoughts are inevitably abandoned, shadowed by the reminiscence of that cool impressionable grin. Weathered, torn, and stained that you now are, you still hold the ability to disguise. With a flick and a tug you become mine. My leather shield, my impenetrable skin; you conceal the deepest darkest trenches of my soul and for a moment, I understand your power over him and over me—the power to deceive. Yet once again such thoughts are easily dismissed, the truth has a way of being forgotten. Like a shooting star briefly lighting the night sky, it flickers through our minds with blinding, promising potential, then fades and eventually disappears into the universal darkness. What remains is but a memory, of a time, of a place, of a newly purchased leather hat, and of a man. |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
This is a wonderful read....sometimes its easy to remember those little moments that help define who we are....  Lauren~ ~~**~~ I had a dream last night |
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