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Dim-cast stars Begin their vigil Thunder strums The lyres of myth Puddles of dreams Rinse dying skies Iridescent crags Breathe petrichor Lightning arcs Invading my dreams Dusty feet stumble Unto sinless floors Love-burnt hands In reckless abandon Bloodied with ink And papercuts Words sewn to fit; To tailor the soul Coalesced by cords Of liqueur and brew Only to be abandoned And forgotten.
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Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
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Dim-cast stars Begin their vigil Thunder strums The lyres of myth Puddles of dreams Rinse dying skies Iridescent crags Breathe petrichor Lightning arcs Invading my dreams Dusty feet stumble Unto sinless floors Love-burnt hands In reckless abandon Bloodied with ink And papercuts Words sewn to fit; To tailor the soul Coalesced by cords Of liqueur and brew Only to be abandoned And forgotten.
JosephYzrael
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JosephYzrael
23/M/Filipino
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
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