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an empathy face comes into focus out of the grey rain with her own set of capitulations to the greater good with her own price paid for the comforts cold and thin an empathy face alabaster finely carved with tears in stark contrast to the brightness in her eye comes into slow resolution out of the grey grainy surface of the rain with its harsh aspects felt like nails slowly driven her thin red lips and blue shadow her divine voice as she talks to some side person her eyes never leaving yours she is drinking you with a deserts worth of thirsts graceful she flows across the tiled floor like she was born to such places like she was born to glide where all others had crawled but when she reaches you puts her hand to your arm her fingers trembling her breaths short and swift her face flush she pauses and lifts her head and plunges her soul into your eyes with breathtaking abandon like an ****** her black sweater with a golden bird stitched into her bracelet silver and bejewelled her perfections catalogue in your mind in that momentary glimpse of heavens unattained that she breaths in deep drawing breath and strength before she opens her song before she cries out in such sweet tongue at the bitter night an empathy face with her own set of capitulations to the greater good with her own price paid for the comforts cold and thin and i cry with and for her as she cries with and for me an empathy face in the grey rain
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
comforts cold and thin
an empathy face comes into focus out of the grey rain with her own set of capitulations to the greater good with her own price paid for the comforts cold and thin an empathy face alabaster finely carved with tears in stark contrast to the brightness in her eye comes into slow resolution out of the grey grainy surface of the rain with its harsh aspects felt like nails slowly driven her thin red lips and blue shadow her divine voice as she talks to some side person her eyes never leaving yours she is drinking you with a deserts worth of thirsts graceful she flows across the tiled floor like she was born to such places like she was born to glide where all others had crawled but when she reaches you puts her hand to your arm her fingers trembling her breaths short and swift her face flush she pauses and lifts her head and plunges her soul into your eyes with breathtaking abandon like an ****** her black sweater with a golden bird stitched into her bracelet silver and bejewelled her perfections catalogue in your mind in that momentary glimpse of heavens unattained that she breaths in deep drawing breath and strength before she opens her song before she cries out in such sweet tongue at the bitter night an empathy face with her own set of capitulations to the greater good with her own price paid for the comforts cold and thin and i cry with and for her as she cries with and for me an empathy face in the grey rain
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
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