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| Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth |
(it makes a nice frame for pictures)
you have mastered that craft
to create illusions
just a deal, that show of caring
it can't repair the damage,
fathom deep, cracked to the edges
such a close call
why would anyone add to it
those redundant emotions
I want it back, I want to exist
I don't trust chance anymore
"the billow of clouds,
cloud my mind,
and I let you hold my hand"
11 comments:
It looks like a cold wind is whistling through their hearts and they are just playing lip service to their relationship, both waiting for the other to finally break it. What a telling tale you have told here.
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How sad to be in those shoes.
The title and the second stanza.....ouch. This paints such a powerful picture of what far too many relationships are really like behind the scenes they create for public viewing!!
A tiny island of certainty amidst an ever shifting sea of change ....
nicely told...I've been in this place and you pitched it perfectly..x
smile for the pictures...
Such a beautiful picture. But pictures aren't always what they seem. Well done.
Yes it can be all illusion...
So true how we cannot always rely on chance.
A soulful piece, so well rendered!
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