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The river flows over empty promises depositing sediment in the form of confusion and stagnation leaving a bad taste in one's mouth. I hang on your every word. Grainy is the trail of crumbs left for inspection: affectation over articulation; all the better to hear you. Skim a stone across the surface leaving ripples of insecurities and questions past. The message is clear.
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Ripples
The river flows over empty promises depositing sediment in the form of confusion and stagnation leaving a bad taste in one's mouth. I hang on your every word. Grainy is the trail of crumbs left for inspection: affectation over articulation; all the better to hear you. Skim a stone across the surface leaving ripples of insecurities and questions past. The message is clear.
doreen-cavazza
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Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
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