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The air is silent, the world is unmoving, and in this moment of time we stand frozen within our ecstasy.
In this moment only our surface matters and everything that makes us real stays hidden beneath our paper thin layer of skin. We smile, a but it's show played for the snapshot of a moment to capture the memories we forged. We laugh, but our bliss only lasts for that second, to be captured within a slip of paper that wrinkles after days.
Wrinkles, that turn to tears.
We fade away slowly, like the ink that stains the photograph and when drifting back to our past I only see the silhouettes we lived in. The melancholy we sheathed in, when grasping onto each others heart, squeezing for what little love was left for us.
But within this minuscule slip that weighs down within my golden locket, we smile and laugh. Our eyes hold emotions that've never surfaced, and our hearts touch, even though they stand too far apart.
Within this second of euphoria, the world seems okay and our make shifted reality brings tears to my eyes. We created a second reality, as if this morbid one didn't have to exist and created lies that we wished could venture to be true.
And the biggest lie we told,
"I love you"
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Poetry"What I felt was only an illusion to you, a dream, lost itself buried underneath my thin layer skin. Well now I'm breaking apart and they've been set free." [Highest rank poetry #128}
