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*Time was a pure drop of infinity From her eye. Time. When it moved, everything else did. Music reached me. My soul— Resurfaced. Come the flesh. Come the shadow. Her smile was light. I was blood pouring over. I was noticeably inlove. Time. The Grandfather's Clock. The pendulum of my heart. Time. What a cruel alarm! What vast silence! Time. I stopped living before, for once, I know, because— Because pain stopped chasing me. I Know, because I'm existing now, For it has finally caught me. My heart—hanging Like an old dreamcatcher. And one can only whistle hard Just to stop the crying. Here's a night like no other: The cool fire of the Universe Made its way into me, a certain Cold I haved likened my soul into. I miss her more than I remember her, Like they are two opposite things. The stars would weep stars. The moon shapeshifts. The cicadas— Courting one another. And I miss her. Oh, if darkness could only blur The things that I know And will never know! I would give everything to the Sun, If only it could give back the orbits The revolutions of the World, hoping Against all hopes, just to be with her.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
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*Time was a pure drop of infinity From her eye. Time. When it moved, everything else did. Music reached me. My soul— Resurfaced. Come the flesh. Come the shadow. Her smile was light. I was blood pouring over. I was noticeably inlove. Time. The Grandfather's Clock. The pendulum of my heart. Time. What a cruel alarm! What vast silence! Time. I stopped living before, for once, I know, because— Because pain stopped chasing me. I Know, because I'm existing now, For it has finally caught me. My heart—hanging Like an old dreamcatcher. And one can only whistle hard Just to stop the crying. Here's a night like no other: The cool fire of the Universe Made its way into me, a certain Cold I haved likened my soul into. I miss her more than I remember her, Like they are two opposite things. The stars would weep stars. The moon shapeshifts. The cicadas— Courting one another. And I miss her. Oh, if darkness could only blur The things that I know And will never know! I would give everything to the Sun, If only it could give back the orbits The revolutions of the World, hoping Against all hopes, just to be with her.* © 2015 J.S.P.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
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