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The Splinter
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The Splinter |
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RavenSmith Member
since 2007-03-02
Posts 53Oregon |
In my dreams, a chateau took form. Native to what was to come my fingers cast the arsonist as its masterpiece. Long suffering did not know the pucker of a vanishing tongue for I was, the hearer of illusions kissing nightmares under creaky doorways. Unburdened, I once danced to expected love's return. As sweet camouflage played, the attending antiquity was born in walls. Applauding mirrors mesmerize imitations in such a way, that the enduring flair of an outsider carries sanity to the flame. How eerie it is to find myself emptied by wisdom, sitting alone as reflection paints anew. Intimacy must know my stories to touch the treasured forbidden pulse. Can't I paraphrase the finale of my loathing that you might know enough? Here lay the ruins from embezzled love and yet look at how magnificent it all is. The crumbling walls will illuminate what’s caged and fallen and the splinter will dream of its depart. |
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