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on a midnight morning, blue and purple and soft and white, a cold pillow where dreams leap into eyes with gay and reckless abandon; and restless in a makeshift bed, spread out like a princess facing doom and staring into the face of ten thousand villains: lights blink in black and white, a grey place when she lowers weary eyelids to sleep.

swirling and twirling, a snowflake that can never go home, destined to brevity and rebirth, repeat, she repeats herself in that silent place, where the walls are reflectively dull, but she reflects on life, shining in the plastic shadows; and her mind works on overtime, whirling and it's whirring, if you listen closely you can hear the quiet mechanics clearly, so she walks 'round and 'round, wearing her rubber feet thin: but in the laboratory, everything stands still forever in a second, never felt more like a memory of winter.

blinked self out of existence, just an ether film.

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The following comments are for "memory fade"
by verve

And it's a bitter sweet, memory. Interesting piece, I liked it. Storyline was good and the set up of the poem was different.

Mr. E

( Posted by: Mr. E [Member] On: May 8, 2002 )

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