November 2010
51 posts
release and then the water toes and then our hands glass withholding so many grains of sand said words on unspoken breaths beating deep within frail chests cages made of the others scent tips of lingering fingers reminisce
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i’ll write something for you just as soon as this bottle is done metaphoric and clever cliche as ever
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i feel your silence tho you misunderstand the many strings weaved catcher of dreams the most simplest of things wishes wants oh so many inconsistencies in between underneath mossy layers searching for a saviour lost ones we are each one attempting to conjoure fire
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