May 6, 2009
By rcain GOLD, Bothell, Washington
rcain GOLD, Bothell, Washington
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Irony is steely and dark,
sounding of chains, rattling, sliding.
It tastes and smells of rust and bitterness, a joke played out eons ago.
The look of irony is a sword in a stone, wrapped in ivy, stuck fast, coming free only when pulled by the weakest of all.
Irony feels like the flat of a blade.

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