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Her fingers are freeze frame waterfalls, Beautiful. They always find a way to glisten even when the sun feels like sleeping in a little. It worries me how unresponsive they are. I just want to taste the brush strokes until I develop a fondness for still life. But I don’t want to look towards her eyes, I'm afraid those will be just as dead.
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
Waterfalls
Her fingers are freeze frame waterfalls, Beautiful. They always find a way to glisten even when the sun feels like sleeping in a little. It worries me how unresponsive they are. I just want to taste the brush strokes until I develop a fondness for still life. But I don’t want to look towards her eyes, I'm afraid those will be just as dead.
khalif
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
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