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it was my camera that took
the picture of you with his
manly curves molding
your arm, and
my hand that shot you both
with the flicker of a lens
i was in that picture, too,
beyond the three dimensions
compressed into a 4x5 glossy
flypaper fantasy. you never asked
me to create it for you, but i heard
someone asking me- it was a
voice i'd never heard before, but
when i heard him whispering to
you as i stood behind my tiny
wall of negatives, i remembered
who.

you couldn’t stop your voice from
wavering as you told me how
the photograph gravitated
to your hand, and how you
tore it in half, and almost
burned it- you couldn’t find
any matches
then you collapsed into
your phone and i cradled
the sound of your aching
words, feeling a pain in
some unidentifiable place
when i realized that you
had ripped me.
©2008-2009 ~cynicalxpoet
:iconcynicalxpoet:

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Strings: Yeahyeahyeah. >_<;
Uh... /help/comments are all fantastic.
Title courtesy of Beebo.

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:iconsugarlies:
Call it Flypaper Fantasy.
xD I like that part.

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as if something was broken in the world,
and we were supposed to put our palms against the wound.
:iconcynicalxpoet:
x) Thanks.
And I will. (Thank you for the +)
:iconsugarlies:
jaaah.

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as if something was broken in the world,
and we were supposed to put our palms against the wound.
:iconiamphoenixmoth:
gorgeous.....but my head hurts too much to say more.

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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
:iconcynicalxpoet:
Thank you... ^_^
What happened to your head?
:iconiamphoenixmoth:
My best friend kept trying to kiss me and knocked me over which sent my head crashing onto the very pointy edge of a wooden platform. She didn't mean to, obviously, but yeah. It hurt after about twenty minutes. And then it wouldn't stop.

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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
:iconcynicalxpoet:
...that should not be amusing.
But it is. :XD:
Better now?
:iconiamphoenixmoth:
Yeah. It stopped hurting around the time I fell asleep.

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Me(E): you are a dreamcrusher, Alex. A brilliant one, but a dreamcrusher.
A: haha
E: you are, sir. I should go dig up Langston Hughes and tell him that.
A: you should
E: "What happens to a dream deferred?" "It gets stomped on by Alex."
:iconcynicalxpoet:
((I have to leave in a second, so I'm just catching up quickly.))
Aha.
...and that's a long time.

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