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he moves, like a dream —memories that resurface from murky depths, scenes cut out from rolls of film, flickering. he moves, like a song —glittering stars that descend from the heavens, the sound of water hitting the rocks, never-ending. he moves, like a wish —prayers from you to me, from me to you, from us to God, deep and shallow breaths in the interstice of smiles, promising. he moves, like a warrior —ink that never runs out til its story has been told, cries that can be heard from deep inside, reverberating. he moves, and he moves —and he stops, chilling. he moves.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
on ice
he moves, like a dream —memories that resurface from murky depths, scenes cut out from rolls of film, flickering. he moves, like a song —glittering stars that descend from the heavens, the sound of water hitting the rocks, never-ending. he moves, like a wish —prayers from you to me, from me to you, from us to God, deep and shallow breaths in the interstice of smiles, promising. he moves, like a warrior —ink that never runs out til its story has been told, cries that can be heard from deep inside, reverberating. he moves, and he moves —and he stops, chilling. he moves.
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Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
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