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I posted some poetry and prose Filler anyone?? 
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Sally.Silver lines trace her tale up her arm, A skeleton she stood still - as death breaths, Ice making its way from her toes to her eyes - Which are blind, for all they could see.Sally.
The moonlight reflects off her spectators rims, The smoke and syringe happy stud she can't see, Who swayed her, and fed her the lies of the free, Injected. Intravenously.
In daylight she hid under bridges, in bars, From footpaths she hailed her way into strange cars, She's nineteen years old, with fifty year scars.
And hollow eyed waifs in horns frolicked past, Smiling with teeth
by ~Spark-Plethora
Moment no 1.Storms roll ominously,Moment no 1.
Over from afar. Fire flowers cascade- Onto cold tar Lighting eyes unused To pleasures such as these -
Lightning, pulses light Onto sooty boughs of black -
Perhaps one day her strength Will come back - For now she wanders
Lost - through life's forest Of blackened trees -
by ~Spark-Plethora
BurningLight.Burning
What brightens, illuminates and exposes the truth in darkness, does not actually give hope.
It shines so brightly it burns blinds and desensitizes.
So love is actually dark.
It is lies, of promises that are not kept, of lifts that do not happen.
And when the light arrives - every lie burns.
by ~Spark-Plethora
Left BehindMould, stale sweat, and watermelon candy. Smells that accompany you.Left Behind
The sun light peeking through the cracks in the blinds...
There is an undeniably frigid atmosphere, of trapped energy longing to escape.
To where the sunlight streams in torrents and the watermelon drips, staining white linen. To a place where people let lantern wishes fly into the night.
Where entire days could be spent in the shade under the only tree in the field.
by ~Spark-Plethora
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PolarityMidnight streets, Bask in orange glow, Imagination finding life, In electrical illumination, As magnetic neurons, Swing between the poles,Polarity
To and fro, To and fro, To and fro.
At the base of the mountain, Floats the remnants of your scent, You're lost in hypnotic freedom, An elation so immense.
Alas, This mental Utopia, Is as close as I'll ever get, Under reality's weight it perspires, Dystopia wakes in a pool of sweat.
by ~Apocalypse-Aj
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