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His long fingers clenched into their palms His dark eyes were black with intent Every elongated pause was an intricate harmony gracefully accompanying the words that tumbled from his cracked lips He heightened himself and leaned in earnestly Feverish want spilling into his rich voice revealing the fear that had bloomed in his ribcage over the years Fear that snaked up his throat and caught there restricting his temperament Fear that rose from knowledge of failure Failure indeed lurked sickeningly In the frosty air In the purple autumn shadows In the smell of hot cement In the satiny pearl petals of the dogwood his mother had planted He was a single smooth stone in an endless riverbed Shaped by the restlessness that flooded him the desire that washed over him the nostalgia that swept around him Frantic to break out of the flow that was accepted by the crowds Desperate for the peace that surpasses understanding And in that moment his finite experience and crooked path meant less to her than the last of the cigarette she proceeded to flick into the breeze Outweighed by her faith in the lighthearted boy trapped inside this troubled man's body
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
She Said She Loves Me For My Ambition
His long fingers clenched into their palms His dark eyes were black with intent Every elongated pause was an intricate harmony gracefully accompanying the words that tumbled from his cracked lips He heightened himself and leaned in earnestly Feverish want spilling into his rich voice revealing the fear that had bloomed in his ribcage over the years Fear that snaked up his throat and caught there restricting his temperament Fear that rose from knowledge of failure Failure indeed lurked sickeningly In the frosty air In the purple autumn shadows In the smell of hot cement In the satiny pearl petals of the dogwood his mother had planted He was a single smooth stone in an endless riverbed Shaped by the restlessness that flooded him the desire that washed over him the nostalgia that swept around him Frantic to break out of the flow that was accepted by the crowds Desperate for the peace that surpasses understanding And in that moment his finite experience and crooked path meant less to her than the last of the cigarette she proceeded to flick into the breeze Outweighed by her faith in the lighthearted boy trapped inside this troubled man's body
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
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