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The Secret of Emotional Mist
The Secret of Emotional Mist Evincing nothing, she remained mute To nuanced intimations of intimacy. There was nothing left to conclude but that The greatest prison is boredom, The greatest torture --- betrayal. Thus we parted in the concrete now Leaving behind that nebulous separation We had shared almost as if a secret, Venturing towards precious. Just as an ill-fashioned keystone can splinter upon contact if timing is precise... Why is it that Time seems to know just When to strike? Always. Leads me to believe That if Time is not anthropomorphic it is nonetheless prescient No. That can't be right... Time predates and outlives all (has already outlived us all). Romantics claim other yet I Dare gainsay them each and every Spirit can be broken like glass Love become mere bagatelle, Children, still tuned to magic, laugh at us as we follow our own Shades to the underworld of Wonderment and wonder How did I ever believe The intangible was not frangible?
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