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Post by darkness0within on Nov 1, 2018 14:08:46 GMT -6
Whispers in the dark.
I hear those whispers in the dark, Each word and syllable a blade, That tries to cut metaphorically, But I have no blood to bleed, No heart to break, No feelings to engage, Unmoved as I am unloved, Indifferent to such irrelevances, Thy truth is yours... Do as thou please, Be cursed upon your own creations, For time will show the error you extend.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 20, 2019 21:01:16 GMT -6
*CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!*
As always, you're deft with this master of darkness gig you do so well! But, the added infusion of vibrant red text that drains to black by the end of the piece, is like watching fresh blood dry...Stroke of genius, my friend!
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Post by darkness0within on Feb 22, 2019 7:29:58 GMT -6
Thank you anirbas.
What you said about the colour is exactly the effect I wanted to convey. I thought it added a visual dimension to this write.
Thank you again my friend for reading.
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Post by anirbas on Feb 27, 2019 21:54:52 GMT -6
I had a feeling that was the case, sir. Sharp mind.
You're welcome. I quite enjoy reading your body of work.
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