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Feb 2013
...It dwells
behind the dancing candle flame
amongst the shadows
in the absence of colors
dark as almost black
not as void
but a different
emptiness
in each smoke that
fades in the air
like unicorns
drifting with a myth
Descending
with the desperation
of a flightless quill
a bloodless ink
turning into a
scream...
Mek
Jan09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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