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The way the surface of the water is frozen calling for you to break its perfect state. Crystal slate easily fractured with the slightest touch. Slowly ripples of different sizes make their way across the liquid diamond ending the tranquility it had.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
the pool at midnight
The way the surface of the water is frozen calling for you to break its perfect state. Crystal slate easily fractured with the slightest touch. Slowly ripples of different sizes make their way across the liquid diamond ending the tranquility it had.
Life's temporary stillness can be compared to that of a pool at midnight.
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
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