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A kaleidoscope of fleeting embers appears beneath the fireplace— Burnt ashes permeating these hollow halls of winter. Faded cards with Christmas carols mark the existence of another absolution Where we invent ourselves from glass crystals and a nonsense Fanatical of perfection. Shards of rainbow-colored glass on the floor as we run barefoot among the stars. Sparks of yellow and orange and blue and red and gold illuminate The dreary existence of this lonely town. As we search for new illusions to Fill our drunken hearts. Chestnut leaves fall onto the ground As we countdown— Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Another year gone— Another soul taken— To cashmere sweaters and expensive screens. What have we become?
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Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
New Years Eve
A kaleidoscope of fleeting embers appears beneath the fireplace— Burnt ashes permeating these hollow halls of winter. Faded cards with Christmas carols mark the existence of another absolution Where we invent ourselves from glass crystals and a nonsense Fanatical of perfection. Shards of rainbow-colored glass on the floor as we run barefoot among the stars. Sparks of yellow and orange and blue and red and gold illuminate The dreary existence of this lonely town. As we search for new illusions to Fill our drunken hearts. Chestnut leaves fall onto the ground As we countdown— Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Another year gone— Another soul taken— To cashmere sweaters and expensive screens. What have we become?
#newyears#materialistic#lost#lonely
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EmotionallyDamagedGirl
28/F/A happy place.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
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