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A rose of glassblowing transparency... air-born as the color eyes see when closed to the sun. Petals pressed open shatter in place... as red silk intermingled. The color of passion and alarm, that an earth transpires--rose... occasioned by that transpiration. Put to amnesiac white wings-- aftershocks of contrast...as blood to snow, and all its angels.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
As Blood to Snow
A rose of glassblowing transparency... air-born as the color eyes see when closed to the sun. Petals pressed open shatter in place... as red silk intermingled. The color of passion and alarm, that an earth transpires--rose... occasioned by that transpiration. Put to amnesiac white wings-- aftershocks of contrast...as blood to snow, and all its angels.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
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