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cleo-3
cleo-3
in a space of collection stood bright walls with wooden clocks and jumbled records, on white carpet with citrus candles, below silk scarves and photos of the sky. But, bland candles next to unread books and sterile walls, which towered broken clocks and thinning fabric. This silent space, was built by a deliberate, empty hand
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 5:19 AM UTC
perfect
open mishaps of hurried instance slip into eternity's lips now folded from rearranging shifts
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
moments
a word of  advice don't take it from strangers
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
help
i am immune. a blackened burn white as mist shattered bones learn they resist a swelled bruise shifts my mind remains blind to time's chains
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
memories
we raised our glasses to the light and eyes mismatched. then i looked inward at his hand clung tightly, around the silver glass
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Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
interactions
her words were rainbow birds chirping light and i was dazzled inside, i find feathers detatched and ***** blackened without body like her rattled, twisted words taken from the world wasted on open and unknowing skies and i listen to the lies
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
lies
before, there were nice things and i was sure that it was sufficient why wasn't it? today, i was surrounded by nice things and no one came just me and then she left.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
nice things
light was comfort at my side i avoided darkness just. acceptance taunted me it pushed me down, down then said hello gone he tricked her she should have stayed and faced the light
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
woops
take me back the conductor of the wind told me go forth but remember - look again when you're not lonely i'll shield you from them until you can't see yourself and neither can i
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
solo
a wind spun past brown trees to green mountains, they guard me. the air clung, fingers found my skin and nails cut through me. my body fades, and ground deserted her. a frozen landscape hung quiet air gasps for green and brown trees laugh at unmarked cries. the wind forgot to visit her and she remained. covered by the ice, a faceless fight endures. "how unfortunate." seconds stayed, I found her fate.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Misfortune