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Illusions

December 17, 2010

A fragile past unwinds
frayed threads, they remind
silken fetters subtly bind

And a heart
my beating heart, it yearns
while supple skin learn
the way memory burns

The stench
the putrid stench adheres
my porous soul, it sears
and nothing, my friend,
is ever really as it appears…

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