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Read intentions like scattered tea leaves Take a gulp of green, a rush to the limbs Their opinions will fall silent against the wood Fragments of chatter reduced to crackles With each confident step through the brush Maniacal laughter, sharp voices, incessant clicking Cranked down to a dull roar—to nothing A heuristic method of finding power For the gentle soul and her adventurous spirit Sits at a desk to dream professionally Surrounded always by labels and price tags She envisions a world where there is nothing Except quiet and oak
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
Quiet and Oak
Read intentions like scattered tea leaves Take a gulp of green, a rush to the limbs Their opinions will fall silent against the wood Fragments of chatter reduced to crackles With each confident step through the brush Maniacal laughter, sharp voices, incessant clicking Cranked down to a dull roar—to nothing A heuristic method of finding power For the gentle soul and her adventurous spirit Sits at a desk to dream professionally Surrounded always by labels and price tags She envisions a world where there is nothing Except quiet and oak
olivia-griffin
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:10 AM UTC
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