Whistling Mirage (Kissing Closet Game)
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A Face Is An Awe To All Who Witness...
The Eyes That Lay Open Windows To A Soul,
Sum Up All That Is A Person... Beauty.
Remembrances Of A Faded Past
Made To Yellow... Photograph.
Frozen Instances Of Time
Dog Earred To Hold... An Intant Forgot
When Hard To Relive What's Passed Gone
Fade To Yellow Open Window Closed
To Persist A Vision When Still Movements
Of Halted Time Frozen Cold
An Accumulative Affect The Coincident
A Stream Of Forced Aire A Moment's Creak
A Little Pause To Some Hesitation
Sound Of Door... Closed.
A Displaced Image Mirror Kind
As First Kiss Planted Root On Inviting Lip
A Moment's Glare Of Time,
Blind All To Light The Night In Silence.
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