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L'homme de Mercure.
Join Date: Oct 01, 2003
Location: Somewhere Between Waking And Sleeping
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Spades.
I. The Queen Of Hearts.
A castle of cards built
by the god in your stash;
it is the color you burned
that day, when you spat out
your flames.
Infant throne in a kingdom
of spades; it will crumble soon.
Your rusted crown will melt
when fools can be kings.
II. Goodbye.
Every silent space tells a
story of a failed assassination;
a polaroid romance you always
knew of.
A hole in your earth; you rusted
under the snowrise. Damaged beyond
repair, wrapped and scrapped, we might
as well say goodbye.
III. Welcome.
Through sunglass curtains, eyes
are read; sounds pierce through
the timeless semblance; expected
yet detested.
A black noise affect; visions are
mute. Empty embrace, the bodiless
muse has lost its face; detested
yet expected.
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"Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such." - Henry Miller
"Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it." - Montaigne.
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