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the earth moves where once the stillness of nature and God walked the edges of a trembling tree fell from his grasp while the perfect antlers that he once stalked turned to him, asking if he felt it too; but what could be this force that also brought the tide closer to where we once laid, with the sun upon our skin while we cried silently on the inside as our hearts became like hands on a clock measuring how long we could possibly love one another; and it rained and rained, cold snow and the heat, yes the heat so much that the fires that once burned fearlessly turned away; yet all of these things were only the spoiled dreams of a quiet day walking with you in the park; for what could be worse than our angry friends turning on one another, unable to ignore the messages cascading down upon us, like endless icicles seeking to dip into the blood of our fears, making it flow, empting the hearts that once believed in one another until we gasp for their solution, to cure the disease they created within us
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
what could be worse
the earth moves where once the stillness of nature and God walked the edges of a trembling tree fell from his grasp while the perfect antlers that he once stalked turned to him, asking if he felt it too; but what could be this force that also brought the tide closer to where we once laid, with the sun upon our skin while we cried silently on the inside as our hearts became like hands on a clock measuring how long we could possibly love one another; and it rained and rained, cold snow and the heat, yes the heat so much that the fires that once burned fearlessly turned away; yet all of these things were only the spoiled dreams of a quiet day walking with you in the park; for what could be worse than our angry friends turning on one another, unable to ignore the messages cascading down upon us, like endless icicles seeking to dip into the blood of our fears, making it flow, empting the hearts that once believed in one another until we gasp for their solution, to cure the disease they created within us
mark-lecuona
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
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