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May 2014
the smoke spurned the fire and rose to flee
but she approached with her own deeper heat
like oil and water her thoughts and dreams
burn with a sinister hue
a thousand colors to her movement's
and each one blurs the lines of reality in the watchers mind
each one like an ocean in which
the unwary could drown

the nights difficult song twisted on
the dulled edges of her words laid with such cunning care
as she convinced him to stay
against his better steel eyed judgements
he did not hear the lock click into place behind
did not sense the ink drying on his fate
and still i sat there mesmerized by the nights song
and how familiar it was to my soul
one more round and let us toast vanity

her sister is perfections rose
and bathed in the soft nights otherworldly glow
beauty clings to her edges like acolytes
come to discover the secrets entwined
come seeing roads in the shadow
the two sisters separated by more than mere miles
separated by a lover they once shared
the bitter sister claimed
and the fair sister fled

he lay in the ruins
a carved stone in the midst of polished jewels
and i could not help him
i had discovered the nights song
and would never see daylight again
smoke had spurned fires embraces
rising to flee with thoughts to find some new life
she sells these dreams
a luxury in these lean days
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
(59/M)   
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