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to her with tea bag eyes and wrists like scarlet fever, gently undue your bruising ties and unthaw your years of winter -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- she breathed the where and exhaled the won't be, if only you'd been with her there, to slow the feverish sea -- up, to the nearest fall down, in the mountain mist she falls from nothing at all just as she had wished -- the moments leading to a place took shape and color like music, and with all the grace it takes to purposefully lose it -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- to her with shaking hands and a mind like a burning temple, remember your wish is your command, and to always hold yourself gentle
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
her mind like a burning temple
to her with tea bag eyes and wrists like scarlet fever, gently undue your bruising ties and unthaw your years of winter -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- she breathed the where and exhaled the won't be, if only you'd been with her there, to slow the feverish sea -- up, to the nearest fall down, in the mountain mist she falls from nothing at all just as she had wished -- the moments leading to a place took shape and color like music, and with all the grace it takes to purposefully lose it -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- to her with shaking hands and a mind like a burning temple, remember your wish is your command, and to always hold yourself gentle
Day 16 of NaPoWriMo.
#suicide#sad#breath#mind#falling#body#burning#bruises#ode#temple
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
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