Stevie Smith

The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding.
Instead there was a special gift,
the ability to hide in creases of time.
It hung there motionless on the wall as it had minutes ago.
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Sinking into you is something I find myself doing all too often.

If only you made this easier by being ignorant or oblivious.
Instead you wear the gentlmen well and I can never fault you for that.
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Waned and weary with only toil and trouble
my limbs could only travel this journey tired..

In my head to in my mind
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Looking back,
In your previous attractions the role playing usually involved more than a pretty target.
Although it was unknown to you at the time, with each new growing experience, your perception as well as reality began to find you less subtle while betraying your most important values.
Making you cloudy as you forget that you are the one who decides if you will continue, a most clever rouse.
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Curious Natures
In a more weak world the most aggressive advantages
don't always deal in what is referred to as 'fair consequence.'
Being an empire built of sharks, snakes, wolves, and rats-the most basic of beasts-
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For a moment,
Looking upward,
I suspected they had fallen from the sky.
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In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner,
The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..
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His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can.
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Feathers torn from the gaping napes of wind began to dwindle and resist in spite of the gravity crushing tsunami.

Trapped in a facade of impersonating flowing rain every feather dived to their unplanned descent.
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He halted..

Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off.
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Missing him..
I filled my time with other things,
But nothing helped keep him off my mind.
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Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom.
Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead.

The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen.
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Without the Night,

Many days had been hellishly humid and hot.
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I leave you kisses everywhere,
littering them like trash-dropping them here and there.
My kisses become clutter in the day to day havoc that is your life,
and mirror the stars in the sky.
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'That also has a steep drop off the far side of Home Sweet Hell' said my soulless guide as he pointed in the direction of the nearby screams.
I could see what resembled silhouettes or smeared shadows of something being thrown or tossed off the side of the tallest tower in sight.
There were so many falling at once the blur of any kind of outline in this smokey medieval lighting was impossible and began to strain my eyes.
'They're throwing bodies over the edge, a necessary task for the good of our home.' he continued as he watched me watching the horrific scene of what now was confirmed as bodies.
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There was nothing remotely familiar,
I could see no one and every one all at once.
These people were lost, they were all dead.
Salem grew dark-blushing from a freshly spent temptation.
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