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Labyrinth
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To attempt to romance nostalgia’s mask
 1
I press my face to the glass, and mimic every move
 2
via pill, swill, and powdery trash consumed.
 3
But assume it keeps this head unturned,
 4
and the rotting trapdoor above the worms
 5
from falling through.
 6
 
 
Divine is the locking of lustful eyes,
 7
though only ephemerally do the fixations align;
 8
and as the Siren song of elation
 9
escapes your lips,
 10
the illusion of separation
 11
seems eclipsed,
 12
for a time.
 13
 
 
But the ideal does not feign eternal,
 14
for even the warmest limbs entwined;
 15
the blackness, inescapable, lulls nearer;
 16
by ourselves, to be pulled behind.
 17

11 Nov 13

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This feels deep and pretty in my mouth,
but I don't know what it means.
It's probably me.
 — 9

I think you could do without L9-10. The first stanza is really strong, but you seem to lose momentum in the following two. Almost like you were running out of air.
 — brokenarrows

:)
 — fractalcore

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