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Board Administrator Username: mjm
Post Number: 3814 Registered: 11-1998
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Honorable Mention Pyre Vienna (Carole Barley) Above all it is the stillness; minds-eye thoughts of dust, collecting in an offhand way on the gloss feather arcs of your eyelashes. Closed in dreams, breathless, as you often left me. No words, just the silent bow of your lips remain amongst the remains. I long to open the gates, set flame to you, watch lick of bronze to black. Heave and collapse of all that was built in fire. I would see you become smoke; open the bones of your arms to the wide, wild sky.
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