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She is her words -- the letters in the lines; the art tattooed on pages. She is mystery -- the secrets and signs; the lies and her guise. She is astonishment -- the curved pathways in pages; the plot twists on the edges. She is sadness -- the tracing downfall from a cliff; like how she fell for you. She is madness -- the explosion of everything; the collision of all universe. She is beauty -- the art on gritty surfaces; convergence of different abstractions. She is death -- the poison to your heart; the knife before your eyes. She is life -- the birth of vivid events; the breath of memories. She is love -- the beating of each stroke; the thing you have from her. She is her words -- the black and blue on papers; the prisoner of her book.
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
She Is Her Words
She is her words -- the letters in the lines; the art tattooed on pages. She is mystery -- the secrets and signs; the lies and her guise. She is astonishment -- the curved pathways in pages; the plot twists on the edges. She is sadness -- the tracing downfall from a cliff; like how she fell for you. She is madness -- the explosion of everything; the collision of all universe. She is beauty -- the art on gritty surfaces; convergence of different abstractions. She is death -- the poison to your heart; the knife before your eyes. She is life -- the birth of vivid events; the breath of memories. She is love -- the beating of each stroke; the thing you have from her. She is her words -- the black and blue on papers; the prisoner of her book.
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yiuricorn
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yiuricorn
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
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