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Her Obsidian Eyes
There’s a masquerade of feeling where no heart is. I try to veil my true feelings of dismay in a shroud. Trudging through the woods of ebony; falling into complete obscurity of shadows and the soul. A world of silence blanketed under and smeared haze of smoke; the night changes to a dark opaque silver sky, and a slow death of the moon. I am drawn to the subtle scent of roses and the weeping sounds of sorrow echoing through the trees. She sits alone, an image of beauty. I must not gaze upon the flawless skin of ebony, braided hair cascading around her shoulder, a dress of crimson wine and rose petals bending off her curves. Her obsidian eyes could hypnotize me into befuddlement, so I stood quite aloof from her. Under a thin layer of veneer, ripped up to the absence of any suture, she weeps for the things she longs for the most. Still must I hear? 6/3/2017
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