kiana-marieWhisper

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((in case you ever wanted to learn a bit more about the poet))If I were a month, I’d be **September.** / If I were a day of the week, I’d be **Thursday.** / If I were a planet, I’d be **Saturn.**

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Thursday AfternoonIsn't it interesting- / how humanity is both clockwork / and puzzle pieces,

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WinchestersTwo heroes; *comrades,* / brothers in arms; / face all that oppose them

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SoulsI believe in this remarkable life we live, that each soul is colored differently. Some have a tone that is bright and vivid and some are deeper hues filled with a passion beyond belief. Some are more easy to pale and some remain ever true in any light. In this story I am yet to weave to you, dear reader, I speak of a boy whose soul had a color that had never been seen before. Bright yellows, subtle earth tones, a crisp orange, but coupled with a passion filled blue-it was unnamable but filled with the mystery of an unmarked novel, enticing and familiar but unknown. Most are unable to see these hues but some are granted with this gift, as I am. And I can say most undoubtedly that this particular hue was as unique as the individual it belong to. This, was the color of ...well-*him*, and it was truly a soul to match the beauty of the person within, because after all-not everything is as they appear my dear. Not everything is always clear.

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The Soliloquy of One's Lost LoveHe had held her / one last time. / He was in her arms-

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Untitled Pt 3 (Epilogue)*Brothers of free will that night-embraced and sung their worries away / To the tune of the Beatles in the night as they all cast troubles astray. / The fallen angel soon healed-and the brothers-they turned out fine.

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fall // to fall; falling; fallen.Stuttered breathing but no ribs broken. All limbs still intact- / *Could I stand?* Yes. / All motion functions seemed to be in order-all in place-all as they had always been in this unique vessel he had chosen as his own.

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SacrificeAngels have fallen / and the stars have gone black- / will we ever know if poor Castiel

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Silence of the LibraryShe raises the headpiece of wires, / Twined like a garland of thorn. / Looking into enigmatic eyes

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-Two brothers and an angel, / in a 67 Chevrolet- / together a team of free will-

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