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>>untitled for now<<
Darkness thins to the silver living.
Eradicating the deepest of the vexed. Shadows grow long, hiding faces of the burnt. In the distance the heat rises. Then silence. The world grows cold. ..... I still need a title if anyone thinks of one. |
Gray matter....
I read this and all I could think was gray matter. Very good poem, thanks |
Hmmm... I can't think of a title, but I really enjoyed reading it and pondering over it.
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You give such depth in so few words. You still work your magic and I am glad you are still sharing it here. It has been a while for me.
As far as the title...it will come to you, it is yours. ;) |
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