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Reality is..

That moment when your eyes catch,
Not a boy across a room,
But the gaze of someone standing
In a matching black allure,
That sparkling attire
Made solely for yourself,
As a snug and slinky skin
Displayed first on someone else.

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Not particularly descriptive, I know, but that's what hit me when I read the prompt. Reality is all those little moments when the world breaks function and something so trivial - like another girl wearing the same dress - makes you crumble just a little inside. Suddenly, the graceful dream of existence is, if only for a moment, broken.

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  • Cesarean
    May 3, 2008

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    i like your explanation for the poem, those brief little moments where your perception of being unique are jumbled and garbled. very nicely done and thanks for sharing!