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Mar 2010
With eyes closed,

Bright is the source of power

Alive power, untouched

beyond it’s warmth-

only felt by the skin




Drooping through the right corner of the glass

Faded in seconds now aloof,

Claimed by the mountain

Gone with-

is the familiar comfort of your face in my heart




With eyes open-

darkness begets time without patience

Creating surreal moments,

making all obscure and mostly hidden amongst stars



Stars that sift through dying constellations

That for now- we’ll never get to know
Written by
Absent Minded
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   Alex Apples
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