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Andrew Tang Oct 2015
You told me when we talk its a risky conversation.
So I imagine
We had embers for mouths
And
We conversed with smoke signals.
Unable to control our spits
The  bomb ignited
In which neither of us meant to have lit the fuse.
Andrew Tang Oct 2015
The most common magic trick I've ever seen is making a 100mm stick disappear.
It is the oldest trick in the book.

Everyone knows how it’s done but everyone is always never tired of being the audience to it.
Maybe it’s because the audience is always invited to take part in the act.

The trick is always done by a stressed magician,

The trick mocked by kids trying to imitate the 100mm disappearing stick trick.
They hide under the pretence of being stressed.

They disgrace the world class performers that had practiced the routine so much throughout their lives.
Never quitting
And
Always over rehearsing.

The performers would always keep practicing until it becomes its second nature like breathing.

Until it becomes like a habit,
Until they become too passionate to the routine on perfecting the make-believe act.
That they are too obsessed to  realized they had become addicted to it.

They had become too reliant over it and that they can't live without it.
Even on their last breath they would attempt to show its final performance and draw its strength from it.

The most common magic trick I've ever seen involves a 100mm stick disappearing.
The trick is like every other disappearing magic act.
First the object is lit on fire with a light,
Second the smoker kisses the object and takes a deep inhale praying the performance would go well.
Third you get distracted by the smokes given off in the exhale
And ...ta da.
While the Smoke rises
It is estimated
14 minutes of the magician's life disappearing.
However the audience is too focused on the main act of the 100mm stick disappearing to notice.
Andrew Tang Oct 2015
The height to my ear.
Wielding its handle
I felt empowered.
Throwing my hands, interlocking
Its lonely handle crying
in its coldness and loneliness.

A tyrant's strength
You swing with my madness.
Only to be lost
and feel helpless.

Feelings of void without you in my hand,
I get drowsy of your different kind of
coldness and loneliness.

I lose my voice.
At a man wielding you,
I drown to the demons screeching in my sleep.

I see you in my dreams
and I spend
A little time to love your edges and scars,
or your weaknesses and problems there.
You are my sword, you are my strength.

I give my silent white flag
to the sounding rejection of excalibur.
My tired grip to pull you from your solid bed,
I lost my strength as I lose you.
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— The End —