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[bodytext] => t was proximity alone; the nearness; the contact on a too-close basis that harmed her she explained. 'Some people' she said 'by virtue of who they are, by virtue of their being-ness without malice on their part can be bad for you, sever your innocent heart. It might be they are prettier, smarter, calmer, or they remind you of someone or some thing which plants gnawing fear in your soul. These are Irresistible Flame; you are the Irrepressible Moth flickering close sensing you might meet doom; you Juliet he Romeo, we both moments away from soul-shaking tragedy- a train rolling to a high cliff a breath-taking exhilarating dropp ensues and frozen I exhalt never thinking, or caring of the shattering fall as I, the moth, feel the heat; light at first but at last wings aflame I surrender to the searing blaze not caring for the all-consuming inferno. Who is hero here who the villian; only dread circumstance' she said. 'There is no cause Reason respects, only left is magic that says there might be between us some previous life's extinction, that the soul remembers from some previous existence.' 'He killed me' she said from a long ago that I remember and he doesn't.' I have a vague rememberance but he doesn't; but never mind my soul stirs recognizing; it wants to flee but does not, torn between the need to know to be sure and deadly proximity, which will kill for sure and once killed I will again be fragile dust on this plane and be dead again. I sense the irrationality of this she said from which flows the desire to move closer sometimes to kill him before he kills me again this time around.' Or perhaps to kill the urge in him to kill again or to change him and his former deadly ways; or to expose the disguise he mounts this time around probably unaware that he was not born on innocent ground but had a soul-killing history of which he is unaware.' 'Sound crazy? ' she said but that is why I can't leave and yet can't stay. We two are bound.' I shook my head confused but it was clear they were forged steel double-edged blood drawn from each each ground down into eachs' existential ground; fateful-bound. Innie , PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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