separation stood
in cold shadows of eyes
while mirrors noticed--
not the distance
nor the white of discontent,
shivering;
and I turned,
slipping upon memory
only to hear the crack--
of Loss's Canon
and the final snap--
of emotional frost.
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i think you win best title in the contest, love that one...
i also like the use of white in "white of dicontent", very unique imagery there... this is nice
thanks for sharing it here
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Wonderful as always...so very smooth and creative...lovely metaphor...
best to you!
mystic
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''slipping upon memory
only to hear the crack-- ''
nice
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emotional frost huh? that alone inspires me in so many different ways. wow you are one talented writer. well done, i loved this so much.
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Bah.
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hopefully that you enjoyed it lol
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muchly
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Brilliant!!
Your creative muse knows no bounds!! 
Wishing you the best of luck in the contest!! Peace & Hugs always, xx Cyn xx 
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