Tag: prosepoetry
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remorse (prose poem)
to know.. to love.. to lose.. all in a flick of second, broken down in milliseconds~ a dream. never ending echoes of a lost voice, a voice of no reason. coming back with every breath.. should be a way, a way ~ to live without remorse
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sleep
bridges break barriers, bridges build up of bricks.. same bricks that were once burnt. now strong.. enough to build ~ barriers. eyes see whatever it wants, eyes sometimes close to see whatever it gets. getting is not always true.. hands remain while magic vanishes. vanishing dreams in matter, well immaterial matter.. of mass and mind.
The Living Mirage 