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Her alabaster skin washed o'er me Like an endless river. I melted seamlessly into her porcelain Architecture. The shrouded mist of her sweet breath Was the fog that danced through the Synapsing forests of my love-stricken mind. Her auburn hair created a Golden Gate Bridge Just for me to walk upon. The verdant color in her irises splashed Light and hope just beyond the oaks of axons And memories where I hide. I have evolved. I have grown. Holistic and otherwise. I have grown up the trellis of her spine And into the breadth of her heart. I am complete... Completely in love.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
The Evolution of Metaphor
Her alabaster skin washed o'er me Like an endless river. I melted seamlessly into her porcelain Architecture. The shrouded mist of her sweet breath Was the fog that danced through the Synapsing forests of my love-stricken mind. Her auburn hair created a Golden Gate Bridge Just for me to walk upon. The verdant color in her irises splashed Light and hope just beyond the oaks of axons And memories where I hide. I have evolved. I have grown. Holistic and otherwise. I have grown up the trellis of her spine And into the breadth of her heart. I am complete... Completely in love.
Meerkats.
EphemeralRain
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
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