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The bland cover of a page acts as the gauntly lit stage for the crescent moons caressing the milk-stained rose petals to dance upon, finding that prosperity lies in what seems to be left unsaid, yet, as the stage gets brighter, the paper fuller, and the calloused dancers faster, The unsaid tends to get lost in the light, and stumbles down upon the pit of the silent orchestra.
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
When They Tend to Dance
The bland cover of a page acts as the gauntly lit stage for the crescent moons caressing the milk-stained rose petals to dance upon, finding that prosperity lies in what seems to be left unsaid, yet, as the stage gets brighter, the paper fuller, and the calloused dancers faster, The unsaid tends to get lost in the light, and stumbles down upon the pit of the silent orchestra.
Phonix_Fire
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
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