Incineration
By: .Acid

tell me what your thinking:
because the silence is deafening

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-&- he looked at me through eyes so intense,
but little did he realize,
the emotions lingering in our silver screen suspense.

each passing second:
another fragment of us fluttering away,
like paint chips in a blaze,
burned brilliantly from the prime of its day.

incineration.