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krista-chouinard
pretty girls they have it easy, living the strawberry-kiwi life / me? I just fill up on coffee and let the caffeine do the talking / / we the dreamers chase forever / so at least in that we'll / be together
Envision an appreciation of your impurities exfoliated into an aura rather than a facade unbalanced on secrets. Unlike a lace gown sewn to his eye's perfection and fragile to intrigued fingertips. Separately framed from other self-portraits displayed for onlookers to applaud the absent authenticity, and for the egocentric to endorse their entitlement. Beautiful (noun). Uniquely embellished soul (adjective). Not merely innocent Not purely ****** Not fearful of the exotic (verb). Facing the sun and forgetting All analysis of the world around us, Splashing each other with our reflections In the puddles rippling the rainbow.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 6:54 PM UTC
Unlike A Lace Gown
The world is unexploded, but its waters are contaminated with the chemicals of a war-plagued nation which stain their tongues black and bleach their knuckles, and combust into a strengthening desire for a legacy of their homeland that now teeters. Each belief grinds friction into the desert sand, refusing limitation. Inevitable Invasion No merciful maps or keys towards clarity were left by their loyal armies; nor were any heart-strong soldiers. Through the forts of debris and shields of ash, we could not find the killed or the injured, only smell the salty decay of each victim. He limped through the rippling mirage, spitting eroding dirt and flexing his bloodied weapons. "I heard the victory anthem," he said. "The enemies are dreaming."
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Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
Savor the Lullaby