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Light through cracks...

11.5 Lysergic scale
Pupils broad complexion pale
suspended above corrossive rivers
by a single cracked and glassy rail

Comfort comes and goes a sliver
each breath another strichnine shiver
another broken rusted nail
from the eternal taker, seldom giver

Before these liquid axes drop
I think it's time for me to stop

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Structured: Western
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Been there, done that!
I have an image of someone looking at a bright light coming through the cracks of a wall. I like your title.
You had a great rhythm and pace and I liked your choice of language.
Really told your tale, great work!
~ Gee

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This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place.

I appreciate the kind words and shared experience (or was it?). May be a call from the Darkside!

Ron

Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

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I think that the only time I have ever been off my head was by being very sick for drinking one too many.
And now I ain't going there lol.
Can't know what the feeling is like, so really can only imagine the effect on a mind.
My abstract your reality ??????
OMG it is made poetic to a degree where I read and think it is a good piece..La La, My dark room is calling me, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I think certain adjectives have been over-thought. I also have been off my head from one too many and very, very rarely go there. I guess it doesn't really matter what is fiction or fact here. I certainly was going for a singular vibe or feeling. I can only hope I reached it.

Ron

Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

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