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Ivory Memories
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My Works Broken porcelain,
on a silk floor.
Falling within..
dreaming without.
Glass glances follow my eyes.
In-human shadows,
carnival laughs.
Around the room they play.
Childish whispers,
and scandalous secrets.
Behind a perfect painted face.
Do not dare pass the white picket fence,
for fear of capture,
and of no return.
There in the safe and quiet house,
icy stares..
and yellow banana locks.
Behind those peach colored shutters,
lies a world we think we know.
Idle gossip,
and circled tea cup parties.
Lace and pink ribbon,
tinkling silver music,
crystal manners,
dusty with old age.
As you sit behind the fake glass window,
our real world floats away ...
