Mirage
Tabloids bleed passing whispers that insecurity loves to read; owls overhead hoot what they see while they watch passersby. A clover or two of truth mixed with five parts exaggeration sings to the insignificant. Actors can’t shake the demons they don’t know they have; instead, they must dance around all of the leering eyes before mirages kiss them.
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Intriguing thought provoking piece..I wasn’t surprised it was you.
Amazing imagery and power. Very nice- thanks for sharing your work!
liked it !!
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I liked this. Nice use of Lucky.