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by Celeste Chimera We used to believe in the hardness of things The edges that showed themselves against the light But do those things exist? We live in a world of insubstantial weight now Words fly silently on airy wings Arrive as if they never left the hands that spoke them You think you see me, but you don't I am as vaporous as any other figment of your imagination I make myself between the lines Appear in various configurations You think you know me But you don't There's no substance here Nothing hard like bone Or sharp as steel Nothing real at all And yet you come to play When your strength is full, you come to play Retreat when you're feeling weak You seem to know that even virtual stones can hurt you Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.
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