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EternalSunday

Published: Jan 7, 2012

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we dance

in the artificial moonlight,
to the rhythm

of yesterday's lies.

(she is lost, broken, i am nothing
at all.)

and our eyes sing

  "the sun doesn't blind us,
   the sun is no more,

   forget all the beauty
   we used to live for."

she dreams of interlaced fears, terror
twisted into

nightmare.

i don't dream at all.

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For #Live-Love-Write's writing prompt: Artificial Moonlight

I am unsure of this...feedback would be most appreciated!

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RollingTomorrow

Jan 13, 2012

Thank you for participating in our prompt at #Live-Love-Write!

This was an impressively interesting and thought provoking piece! It'd be interested to see the ideas here expanded more, since they do have a lot of potential. Nevertheless, this piece flows wonderfully and it's very interesting!

The themes with lies and nightmares fit quite well with the prompt, too. Great work!

*TheFinalHikari
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