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Where Do You Run?Your words remained with me Sometimes overriding mine Through both the cold nightsWhere Do You Run?
And the cold days they followed.
I fled from your bare shoulders To my portrait in the mirror-glass Sparing you the blood on my face Envying the way you master yours.
I saved the porcelain from shame. Beat gravity to the swallow. Tore my eyes from my face. Conjured sweet red crosses above.
Cleansed, I returned to your eyes, Like bulbs just before they burn out, Only so I could leave with you Or seconds after you depart.
We followed parall
by ~screamathorizons
WaterAt times, I have sought help from water.Water
When my face was a red sticker And tears fought to escape their world I would drink from any stream.
With kind words and a friendly tug, Caressing with gentle gravity. Its volume coaxed them back to safety.
When a forgotten note’s ghost, Centuries old, lead me away from home I made my way to the sea. A million invisible sheepdogs Herded me into its pen and stood guard My thirst was sated; I knew nothing of depth.
When the blossom that brought cheer To a world of mud and stone faded and left,
by ~screamathorizons
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Draw me with ur pencil in a different stance for every page in ur book. Animate me as u flick the pages and Im living with the wind.
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
wen u go on, look at my new thing, kinda to do with u, wellit is to do with u.
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
submit work!!! empty page very boring!!!
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A million to one outsiders nightblindness cant see,your bright eyes are what the time is;twenty-five past eternity.
(David Gray-Nightblindness)
Draw me with your pencil in a different stance for every page in your book. Animate me as you flick
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
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Poet, I'm sick of your pretty lies.
I'm so happy because this space has been filled by her.
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
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What would you do if the music stopped?
"These lines I wear around my wrist are there to prove that I exist"
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