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Hessian chains unbind-- Us. And we lay Coating names On clouds. Tilting titles with Rainbow scents. I leaf blackthorn- Mythology to Fungi tears; weeping moss From stone. Though skies smudge-- Empty. She shows me the softness Of bramble. As we hold a song of siren sighs- Silhouettes pulse art. And I tingle lightly In caring flames. Although almost never speaking. She forms white-wishes Inbetween my heart; my head.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Our Skin It Sighs
Hessian chains unbind-- Us. And we lay Coating names On clouds. Tilting titles with Rainbow scents. I leaf blackthorn- Mythology to Fungi tears; weeping moss From stone. Though skies smudge-- Empty. She shows me the softness Of bramble. As we hold a song of siren sighs- Silhouettes pulse art. And I tingle lightly In caring flames. Although almost never speaking. She forms white-wishes Inbetween my heart; my head.
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
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