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hidden spirit, I shall leave a light on for you
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moon alignment (planet cracked) The tug on my breath pulled me down to the ground,
Grasping infinity I had shaken out of place.
Crawling back to the center, the mirror shown no face,
Disdained, stricken, a sealed crate.
Half slanted,
He knew no grace,
Strife became his middle name.
A pull at my breath left me with such a fright
The way we chose was never for I...
After the worst came dust,
Here I spoke not,
Confined to darkness.
The thread leading back was cut,
now I pick the way.
Strife
My favorite line: Strife became his middle name. The joining of the third person possessive with the creation of a new entity (midname) was genious. Pure poety - Best wishes - Lady A
That. Was. Brilliant. That is
That. Was. Brilliant.
That is all.
Love,
LovingLovelace.
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.