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Began at dusk and led us here swiftly. Along with the wind springtime blew in new found forms of folly. Invested in life vests to rid the sleeves for my heart To beat upon. The moon show through pale blue. The air reeked of butterfly winged exhaust pipes. The ins and outs of Seasonal rotation. Life and death as one. To illustrate landscape stretches created from scraps of string. Silence Says a million different Things. Watching a multitude of human beings from a distance. I’m distant from any sort of recognition. What’s an honor when the honor is expected spread evenly among a crowd of strangers expecting Futures. Silence Says I’m as unique as classes of identical robe wearing shower goers; As unique as uniforms. Birds know no boundaries when it comes to bravery trying to communicate something to me, as part of me worries for their safety. Freedom is beyond me. Intuitively, Silence Speaks with me. She's telling me silent was the bravery feathers upon impacting the tires packed with pressure ready to burst at the seems silent was the bravery upon bursting at her seems in the rear view mirror I see wing feather constellations painting a reality portrait for me. Silence tells me selfishness is the root of everything. Silence tells me mystery is the beneath the X marks of all the treasure maps I painted repeatedly. Silence soothes me.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
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Began at dusk and led us here swiftly. Along with the wind springtime blew in new found forms of folly. Invested in life vests to rid the sleeves for my heart To beat upon. The moon show through pale blue. The air reeked of butterfly winged exhaust pipes. The ins and outs of Seasonal rotation. Life and death as one. To illustrate landscape stretches created from scraps of string. Silence Says a million different Things. Watching a multitude of human beings from a distance. I’m distant from any sort of recognition. What’s an honor when the honor is expected spread evenly among a crowd of strangers expecting Futures. Silence Says I’m as unique as classes of identical robe wearing shower goers; As unique as uniforms. Birds know no boundaries when it comes to bravery trying to communicate something to me, as part of me worries for their safety. Freedom is beyond me. Intuitively, Silence Speaks with me. She's telling me silent was the bravery feathers upon impacting the tires packed with pressure ready to burst at the seems silent was the bravery upon bursting at her seems in the rear view mirror I see wing feather constellations painting a reality portrait for me. Silence tells me selfishness is the root of everything. Silence tells me mystery is the beneath the X marks of all the treasure maps I painted repeatedly. Silence soothes me.
molly-bartlett
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
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