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Amanda Feb 2015
Yes
Slowly but surely, you crept into my dreams by the dusty backdoor.

(Situated 10 fingersteps down my left collarbone + blush of shyness, your lips pressed against flesh, blood & heartbeat.)
Hey hey hey you!
Aren't you looking utterly gorgeous?
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To him: Thanks for making me feel safe.
Amanda Feb 2015
The husky catch in his words sinks, dapples and brushes your skin.

(And his hands are still in his pockets.)

Without any more words, I liked my body; the skin, the rusted edges, the ribboned ends of veins and blood more than I ever did in that moment.
Hey you, you & you!
Aren't y'all looking beautiful today?
GOODNESS.
Keep your chin up.
Sending Hugs, A'manda
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Typed up to: Sink or Swim- Lewis Watson
Amanda Feb 2015
And he held her hand so tight, she could feel how hard bones are. Even against flesh and blood.

She thought her bones may crack.

But it never quite occurred to her, he had been broken and is still *breaking.
It will be all buttery yellow sunshine very soon.
I pinky promise.
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Amanda Feb 2015
When everything became straight, dead lines, your heartbeat (the sound I call home) for example, I began to wonder.

I wonder about all the words you were going to say.

What other thoughts did and would you have had. Were they dyed a pretty hue, a blush of pink or inky blue?

Now, does your voice pretend not exist in your voicebox.

Because, your throw your back laughter is still in the wink of the smile, I will crinkle someday.
The dips and curves of your voice snuggle close against the ragged and rough edges of my mind.
It will do, it will have to do.
Beneath my closed eyelids, my heartbeat flutters and hiccups for, I still remember the night your lips lightly pressed on the the left rib of my ribcage.

As much as it is hard to admit, a sliver of my being lives for you.
And perhaps, that is the greatest love anyone could imagine.
12:33am
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Amanda Jan 2015
Waiting at the airport is bittersweet.
For you watch the planes sit lonely on the tarmac, and with the knowing feeling that in half an hour, 5 hours; in a handful of time, it will be gone.

All the space, matter, whispers, hushes will be swept up before your goodbye felt like it even existed in the very first place.
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Amanda Jan 2015
M
Mirrors hold both truth and lies.

*Which one do you believe in?
Been having terrible writer's block.
Gah.
I hope you, you and you are doing well!
xo
Amanda Jan 2015
There is something so dangerously evocative about photographs.
You would press your palm, tickle with your fingertips just to try to find the way the water would have felt.

Your lungs would gasp for a little more air, just to imagine the crispness of it in some other place. Places you promised yourself that you would go.

It's magic to say the least.

For whatever is in the borders of the photograph, they are still alive, somewhere.
Hello lovely!
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