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Hundreds of little droplets tethered together perched on clusters of wire set in five swing across the surface at varying rates up down and around until they plunge into final resolution. Most see a mess of lines and inkblots. an indecipherable language a cousin to Braille They see the only stark contrast, black against khaki the page aged with affection while I hear the harmony.
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Synesthesia
Hundreds of little droplets tethered together perched on clusters of wire set in five swing across the surface at varying rates up down and around until they plunge into final resolution. Most see a mess of lines and inkblots. an indecipherable language a cousin to Braille They see the only stark contrast, black against khaki the page aged with affection while I hear the harmony.
alaina-michelle
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
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