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memory of

She's the copycat lover
like fucking a mirror.
Tear me in all the right places, but your eyes are emotionless.

Straight to the bone, straight to the soft centre,
tiptoeing along with a thousand clones
smattering your footsteps into the darkness

this small space.
Curtains flap with a self-defeating transparency
moon doesn't feel gentle tonight:

what's there to live for when I can only seem to take?

they'll remember our features, trapped forever in
the lenses of the mind,
shattered maybe, but still there... memory of a memory.

new poem... oh and if anyone's reading who knows me in RL, this probably isn't about what you might think it is.

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • ASoldiersGirl89
    February 28

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    I'm not entirely understanding what this is about. You go from copycat lover to being trapped forever. Is it the mirror concept?
    (by the way, it's bunnybabe89 from before)
    ~Sarah

  • surreal realist
    November 30, 2008
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    I don't know what this is about, but, enjoyed reading it.

  • luvdrkchocolate
    November 10, 2008
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    Oh. This is an interesting poem that you have going on here. I don't know quite what to think of it. I guess it seems like a dream inside a dream. It's really abstract so it could be interperted in all kinds of ways. That's a good thing though because you leave it open for your readers. I thought you did a good job of expressing yourself here.