Magic (Stage 1)

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    Magic (Stage 1)
    Vegas
    Strobe Lights, new skin tights
    bright colors
    brand new tricks
    together we're the best
    we mesh perfectly
    like sex
    I lived by cards; deception
    she lives by mirrors; illusions
    she's a perfectionist
    time passes
    business was great but the show grows dull
    colors fade
    somethings not good enough anymore
    she wants new tricks I can't provide
    I become a human sacrifice
    In the box I lay
    the audience applauds
    I trust her and the saw...
    Eyes closed
    I wake up with two jagged pieces of my heart... broken
    her glitter in my scars
    alone... the show has moved on

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    fennesse commented on Magic (Stage 1)

    03-26-2009

    pointed however good you have your own style of writing I enjoy
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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