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A friend,

What you were to me.

Pouring secrets and sorrows

From behind my eyes-

To you

 

Others gaze into my eyes

Watching clear translucence

-Their reflection-

 

But you-

Once seen past yourself

See through me.

 

Then betrayal

-Sour and eternal-

Reminiscences of harsh memories remain

In physical manifestations

A mock feeling

 

Unreasonable trust

Still, feelings regained

A powerful force unscathed by previous betrayal.

Scars almost healed

But then you handed me the blade.

 
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IconoclastSalem

Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?

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