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We live in gradients, phase shifts. Boiling, bubbles one at a time on the rise. Body and mind is a futile question; we will still be this and some will be wrong. Hooray. Now, I'm steaming, no longer a water drop pulling itself together on your cheek. Posed politely on a hillside beautifully laid out in my mind. I'm the fog headed west. Muscles in corners strung high -or at least higher than last month. Gradient overlook from dead grass to rusty leaves. I. Can. Leave. Too.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
Gradient Bloom
We live in gradients, phase shifts. Boiling, bubbles one at a time on the rise. Body and mind is a futile question; we will still be this and some will be wrong. Hooray. Now, I'm steaming, no longer a water drop pulling itself together on your cheek. Posed politely on a hillside beautifully laid out in my mind. I'm the fog headed west. Muscles in corners strung high -or at least higher than last month. Gradient overlook from dead grass to rusty leaves. I. Can. Leave. Too.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
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