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Instead of watching the Oscars and the general prettiness, I'd opt for the writing part. There are only so many Brokeback Mountain snarks I'm willing to listen to from the parents. All of one. ;p
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even_angels_ Challenge #4, Prompt #2.
Night has gone on too long,
and I have forgotten
the feel of sun-kissed flesh
pliant beneath the fingers.
As the shadows
dance against the wall
cast by the flickering candles,
everything softens
into a haze.
Narrowed eyes
are seeing
ghosts in every corner
but the past
is so clear
when the present and future
are in flux.
As the hours
draw to an end,
everything fades away
and you are no longer a thought
but a living memory.
This is taken from
even_angels_ Challenge #4, Prompt #2.Night has gone on too long,
and I have forgotten
the feel of sun-kissed flesh
pliant beneath the fingers.
As the shadows
dance against the wall
cast by the flickering candles,
everything softens
into a haze.
Narrowed eyes
are seeing
ghosts in every corner
but the past
is so clear
when the present and future
are in flux.
As the hours
draw to an end,
everything fades away
and you are no longer a thought
but a living memory.