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we were two doves, beaded on gossamer wires early windswept sunlight it cracked our skin metallic melodies bathed listening ears in it’s soulless rapture a call of illusory progress lifting above sagging rooftops sky packaged in brown lace, and at her feet glittering blankets white. although it was the bitter rinds of a passive love cellophane days crackle loud in a static mind Swim in hot manilla seas; Where dreams fail to be a membrane to protect from waking we were two doves on a wire intertwined between dusk and daylight the weight of the day settled with a hazy sigh upon our bones shadows spreading like spilled ink bled from trees.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
The Rustbelts' Morning Robe
we were two doves, beaded on gossamer wires early windswept sunlight it cracked our skin metallic melodies bathed listening ears in it’s soulless rapture a call of illusory progress lifting above sagging rooftops sky packaged in brown lace, and at her feet glittering blankets white. although it was the bitter rinds of a passive love cellophane days crackle loud in a static mind Swim in hot manilla seas; Where dreams fail to be a membrane to protect from waking we were two doves on a wire intertwined between dusk and daylight the weight of the day settled with a hazy sigh upon our bones shadows spreading like spilled ink bled from trees.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
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