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by AwingAshes Jun 1, 2010
Life, society /
The staples attach each paper;
click click, click click --
The metal folding flawlessly -
mesmerised by this magic trick.
The fictitious novel finally completed,
this text another dorsal piece upon
that shelf where our characters lay.
The bland outcome shining bright - a swan
is never envisioned of oneself,
as the imperfect body reminds you
to change - like penguins we march,
wandering endlessly; a flu.
The fruitless marching continues;
left right, left right --
as we're obsessed by the revolting
truth: our inability of flight.
Blacks and whites engulf our vision,
impurities drown our souls,
the contagious virus spreads on and
on, as we seep into dark holes.
by Lady Nik
Such a well written piece dear. I loved it. Wouldn't change a thing. Keep it up. You amaze everytime. Nik