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Sunday, March 07, 2004

smoke and mirrors

his footsteps seared the paper floor
“love” he said and “love” again
until it sounded true

with sealed lips he kissed her eyelids shut
but they were shells
which crumbled as she fell

“I fear” she said
to ears as deaf as marble ‘til
he saw her eyes

until she saw her eyes
tomblight cold and then as hot as hell
burning through the smoke

nowhere left to lie
for lies were falling one by one
a flimsy card house

toppling in the flames
until his footsteps filled with ash
smothering his leaving

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