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My Artform: Finshed A sample meeting,
a common greeting,
i fell completely.
The concrete evaporated from under me.
And my feet swayed carelessly.
No panic,
no frantic,
just magic.
She could make it,
whatever i imagined.
i wished,
and she granted.
Heat like fire
that kindled passion.
A sensation of forever after.
But she never said forever,
i just imagined.
A empty box of matches,
and my ashes.
Franticly.
Passion Kindled
.
Enjoyed this one, the concret evaporting, the empty match box - really nice images, the frantic status is especially fine - Stella