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If I could speak to my younger self
I'd be the friend I've never had
The one I thought I did, the facade I believed

So the pain of ripping that mural off the wall
Shattered painted shards of tile all around my feet
Fingernails digging into the mortar
Bleeding jagged edges

In my mind
I'd be able to comfort myself
The way I wished you had.
~~<○>~~

shadows shed by moonlight
through the plants entwined
creating their own patterns
weaving their designs

blues and purples shimmering
the subtle shades of grey
the lovely dearth of color
unmatched by light of day!

they create a tapestry
of mystery on their looms
the woof and warp of dreamers

the shadows of the moon

~~<○>~~


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 9/11/2016
 7d M-E
kevin
what we, she really looked bored, fast
the cast, of characterization
how played in and out is your plot
negated, subject, hidden minds
math's of war
outside the gert, its rude

finely tuned shelves of rules
labored doors low castle brows
santa monica mockery
venice, the property
one staircase, the roll of rocks
down the up bends of frets

haiku and voodoo laughters
scientist wrong sides of verily's prayers
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