ana-elizabeth-arnaoWhisper

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Softly...Softly, the whisper of memories / Flutter against my skin like silk. / The angels of my soul tread across

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May 10, 2012

Lock me behind closed doorsI'm the skeleton in the closet no one wants to claim, / Blank stare and empty smile etched into my face / By a distracted artist.

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May 10, 2012

To Live, To DanceThe arch of the foot bends / A graceful negative space is outlined in a delicate blush of pink. / A breath, a pause.

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May 10, 2012

Flawed DesignWhat use an angel / Whose wings have been clipped? / Flight an impossibility

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May 10, 2012

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