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The proof is all here. Circumstantial evidence, but no fingerprints yet. The cherry left in the corners of my lips reminds me that nothing lasts as a whole but drops of cherry juice get left behind. And the drops are sweet. Red. The proof is all red. My cheeks, flushed with summer and something else Red shoes that leave behind a certain springtime. My cherry creases. But no blood, never. The circumstantial proof, in this circumstance may lead to a different conclusion than it would have before because circumstances has changed along with the seasons along with our hearts along with the projected path in my mind. A hologram of the futures and pasts I am still waiting for.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Circumstantial
The proof is all here. Circumstantial evidence, but no fingerprints yet. The cherry left in the corners of my lips reminds me that nothing lasts as a whole but drops of cherry juice get left behind. And the drops are sweet. Red. The proof is all red. My cheeks, flushed with summer and something else Red shoes that leave behind a certain springtime. My cherry creases. But no blood, never. The circumstantial proof, in this circumstance may lead to a different conclusion than it would have before because circumstances has changed along with the seasons along with our hearts along with the projected path in my mind. A hologram of the futures and pasts I am still waiting for.
to be continued I have more to say about this.
emma-b
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
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