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it's tragic and it's beautiful bountiful and bound to fall it's everything and nothing and all things in between my heart sinks, my lips arch my feet walk, my hands grasp, my eyes seek, spirit falters, my skin yearns for brushes against hers my dreams mature, though, & grow closer to a grave below the green grass now covered in white sorrow you are the ghost, the spirit of snow fleeting, near-perfect sad, wonderful but I long to be enveloped by thee I long to see the ice up to my knees I'll disappear and freeze, in that moment that beautiful moment eternally yours, perpetually ours frozen in time, frozen in beauty I'll freeze to death if you let me
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
thinking at the wheel
it's tragic and it's beautiful bountiful and bound to fall it's everything and nothing and all things in between my heart sinks, my lips arch my feet walk, my hands grasp, my eyes seek, spirit falters, my skin yearns for brushes against hers my dreams mature, though, & grow closer to a grave below the green grass now covered in white sorrow you are the ghost, the spirit of snow fleeting, near-perfect sad, wonderful but I long to be enveloped by thee I long to see the ice up to my knees I'll disappear and freeze, in that moment that beautiful moment eternally yours, perpetually ours frozen in time, frozen in beauty I'll freeze to death if you let me
stream of consciousness kind of or whatever I keep on writing about the same thing
ej-aghassi
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33/M/American
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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