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Poetry Improv (My best friend and I ) 10-25-05
They see the sky while holding hands.
Looking with disdain, as it falls.
The true demons outbring lies
as everything within realization crashes down.
But they run on, oblivious to the dancer.
They're love is stranger than the reason of hate.
With treasons it falls apart.
like arson there love is fire, building inside.
Burning a hole inside, where their hearts exist.
Or suppose to. They cling to avoid being abandoned.
In their world it's perfect.
They can't make sense of it as their world starts to shatter.
They realize it's fake. Love.
So, slowly, it falls into nothing.
And eventually;
the world is gone.
There is no life, no love no sky.
THEIR world is broken, it burned down.
