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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Grey clouds and cold air, pale flesh, frozen She is laughing breaking the stillness can't you hear her or is she only mine to hear now? "You're mine my love, all mine, what tiny shard are left of you belong to me." There is no one there staring back but me or is there? My hands reach out to touch but they meet the cool glass, of a mirror like the sky reflecting white and gray cold like the sky and a world just beyond it that we find is completely unattainable. She is just beyond where i can reach so close but lifetimes away. "But I can reach you," and I can feel her too her touch it burns, hot like metal kisses staining white into red flames a slow form of poison in the disguise of my own body, a form of mind both unacceptable and unattainable to society. I can't ask who she is Am I afraid of what she will say? The clouds continue swirling overhead gray and indifferent. Her smile is barbwire in my mouth and her overtake leaves me with hardly any memories was that me or her? Watching the skyline slip gray and white and dripping behind the stars piercing through. She pierces through us too, more laughter "All mine my lovely, your blood is mine." Inside of all of us they say is something great but undiscovered, something that will make them remember us, inside of us all they say is talent and beauty. I cut deep inside myself and found: something grotesque, something horrid, something monstrous inside of me is someone else. Which leaves the question to a perceptive mind as to which of us is real. She comes out into the world in my body a perfect disguise in this masquerade, trading me for her and her for I. She surfaces to breath and dance deadly ways, I surface to suffer her sin. In perfect rhythm we beat in time with the changing of the sky bleak and gray in a perfect two person masquerade.
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