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Writing stories; blowing soul into descriptions burying a luminous seed into her "ebony hair" and "towering physique"... like Michelangelo setting a Dying Slave free by carving marble, such a benevolent artist Writing stories; piping a miscellany of twisted tragedies, Elysian epiphanies, and hearty hearths out of our minds... not as if we are celestial Gods; no, but as if wisdom tapped on our skulls, and whispered a symphony Writing stories; braiding windswept trails into hacking hearts, mellow minds, and aching heels bolted onto a crossroad... to bequeath them, you (and ourselves) a fifth path, a dire escape into a less knotted universe
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Esther's Elysium
Writing stories; blowing soul into descriptions burying a luminous seed into her "ebony hair" and "towering physique"... like Michelangelo setting a Dying Slave free by carving marble, such a benevolent artist Writing stories; piping a miscellany of twisted tragedies, Elysian epiphanies, and hearty hearths out of our minds... not as if we are celestial Gods; no, but as if wisdom tapped on our skulls, and whispered a symphony Writing stories; braiding windswept trails into hacking hearts, mellow minds, and aching heels bolted onto a crossroad... to bequeath them, you (and ourselves) a fifth path, a dire escape into a less knotted universe
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ahaya
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
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