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Everyone is encaptured by something very beautiful, and its hard to leave. When it is time though, you have to move on because eventually everyone does.

Submitted:Apr 2, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

When I crawled into this place

the concrete cracked and the floor fell over

on & on, I found a desolute corner

I found your personal flame

encaptured by the iron hands of

an ever burning lamp post burrowed in the heart

of your waveless ocean current

My skin shed like snow,

drying up with the crispy leaves


When the honey moon feeling dissolved

I struggled two steps forward,

rather than drifting in your shadow,

in a stranger's mirror, where faceless masks hang.

It's more like these days,

the sky stained by a mystical grey

a drapeless window to the truth

that with out what had been,

I wouldn't be where or who I am now


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