Alchemical Prose…

Reconstructing Christina
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.To the writers who beguile me with their prose prowess…
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Wield your words just so…
Ignite my Intrigue…
Captivate my curiosity…
Luring my imagination to undiscovered realms…
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Enchant me…
Entice my devotion…
Your alchemical prose alluding, evocative…
Pleasure or pain…
We journey to both, through both… together…
Fascinate my imagination with your literary fusion…
And I will spend my minutes with you…
For your magical words, your spell.
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Do the impossible task of creating fire…in my mind, incendiary.
Introduce me to your magical working…
Evoke sensate thought, synesthesia…
Slip inside my dreams…
Conjure a mysterious world separate and apart from the mundane…
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Adventure through kaleidoscopic emotions…
Powerful, strange, surreal…
Fates foretold, secrets disclosed…
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Inside out, upside down, the other way round…
Dance me through your words…
Spinning… spinning… spinning….
Leave me breathless…
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And then…
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Evanesce…as all the best dreams do…
only able to exist within the confines of my mind,
Filtering through my thoughts, feelings, dreams, perspectives…
Affecting them…
Transmutation…
As your locution becomes…
My alchemical prose…
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If you would like me to read this to you…
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    Christina
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Fade To Black…

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fade to black rain

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Tell me…

Tell me I’ll break free from the machinations of melancholy…

Tell me the sun will shine in my heart…my soul once again…

That it will illuminate me from within radiating ever outward…

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Tell me my beloved words will return…

The wait is interminable…

Tumultuous thoughts scream in the quiescence their departure evoked…

Emotions evanesce unable to speak…to be heard…

Locked up…

Trapped inside…

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Memory’s echo or faint images of dream…

I can no longer differentiate…

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They long to leave me whilst simultaneously etching themselves

in my soul awaiting their departure…

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Yet my voice is trapped within…

Without words it is powerless…

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Deafening silence overwhelms…

In solitary desperation my soul softly whispers…

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Be still…

Breathe…

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For it is not disconcertion of spirit that will elicit their return…

Rather…it is in the still of night…

When you allow all of your worries…

To fade to black…

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 ΅〜 ೋღ  Christina~  ღೋ      〜΅