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A fissure in a Dark Place.

Poetry By: Jarlaxe

"If you lay there, brushing hands
With angels of your imagination"

Submitted:Jan 9, 2007    Reads: 92    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

Put down the lid, of reality

Take the ride down

To that place

where you

lay a verdict here

A place to make, a

niche in the existence

Of faeries, flowers

Fawns and forget-me-nots

A fissure in the minds

Of sinister and luminous

Into something you can't touch

Just a feeling

If you lay there, brushing hands

With angels of your imagination

there is yours, more than

anyone can give

Hiding behind a pale layer

of skin stretched over

thoughts never betrothed

by anyone 'cept you.


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