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The days and nights run together
like smoke through water.
a muted haze
that drifts
in and out of consciousness.


Amnesia guts all ideas,
thoughts,
feelings,
with her little barbed claws
of razorwire.
they flop around, meaty silver flashes
cured in crimson.

my body heaves with expired fish
like some horrible afterbirth
of a miscarried verb.


a semblance of expectation
puffs out in a plea, to be
reclaimed gracelessly by the fog.


I drift to be similarly taken.


through this choked miasma,
I can sense the
grey roar
at the edge of the world.
©2009 ~Aurora-Storm
:iconaurora-storm:

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The problem is always in where to lay the blame. But these, these are all faults of my own.

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:iconhigh-lactose:
*lots and lots of hugs*

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hoofa
:iconaurora-storm:
What, you don't like it? ;P

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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
:iconanitaedwards:
You still seem to capture how I feel...and it's been like a year

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With love comes great responsibility...I am your's for whatever it is you'd like...You are mine to protect as your life is my life and my body your body
:iconaurora-storm:
It's nice to know these expressions are not only my own. Though I'm curious, what has "been like a year"?

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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
:iconanitaedwards:
It's been a year since I really read anybodies work on Deviant. So, for me to still be able to relate to you after that long...it's crazy

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With love comes great responsibility...I am your's for whatever it is you'd like...You are mine to protect as your life is my life and my body your body
:iconisiskitten:
I can relate to this very well..

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What I, aloud, can never speak;
What every person on earth seeks;
What I often longed to say;
But what you always flung away-
LOVE
:iconaurora-storm:
It's good to know it was well written, but at the same time, I'm kind of sorry you can relate to it. ^^;

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"Deciding on a safe answer to a question is like deciding on a safe ingredient in a sandwich, because if you make the wrong decision you may find something horrible coming out of your mouth."
:iconhigh-lactose:
I like it a lot. it's loaded to the hilt with symbols, which a lot of poetry lacks. I mean real symbols, not like "OMG the knife symbolizes my anger this and the blood symbolises my life aaaah!"

I still can't figure out what the puking up fish means.

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hoofa

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