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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2019 20:53:15 GMT -6
waking nightmares upholstered in the passionate colors of steadfast black purple and crimson laced up with verted ribbons of misery frayed with confusion along narrow breathing halls fingertips trace the next step along undulating walls before feet follow in their wake on moving floors so dark in places I cannot see my own soul but I know it is still there I can feel my thoughts where oddly I find you are also embedded in this rippling time tunnel dreamscape though whether you are here as victim hero or villain I do not know I can't see your face I can only smell you and you smell as good as you do in the light of daytime and reality like saddle leather gunpowder fire and desire
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Post by darkness0within on Mar 13, 2019 7:17:38 GMT -6
A well painted picture anirbas. Though quite disturbing in some ways.
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Post by anirbas on Mar 15, 2019 21:56:59 GMT -6
Thank you for the read and comments, Darkness. Disturbing? I love that adjective concerning this piece.
It was initially inspired by a disturbing dream I had awakened from that morning. You know those kind of dreams where you're not sure, if it was a weird dream or a nightmare. Haha.
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