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Ice cold grips locked in a stand still and I can't see you Angry tears is all you think of and that is all you have noticed but that is not what I've known, for pain cannot be masked that way. I have seen you, running, and you are blinded by the unknown and that is the scariest thing. Not for you, or me, but rather, us. Hot touches, flames consuming quickly, too quickly to be quenched by all that you are. Hidden beauty and your warm eyes burn silver and it is too easy to melt into your mercury. What have you found since then? Just a burning grasp of what could be, carbon dioxide turned to gold, but I'm still near. Never far behind, they say, but that is the truth, for you are simply what I have imagined, one of the best, unrecognized by your own.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
03/27/14
Ice cold grips locked in a stand still and I can't see you Angry tears is all you think of and that is all you have noticed but that is not what I've known, for pain cannot be masked that way. I have seen you, running, and you are blinded by the unknown and that is the scariest thing. Not for you, or me, but rather, us. Hot touches, flames consuming quickly, too quickly to be quenched by all that you are. Hidden beauty and your warm eyes burn silver and it is too easy to melt into your mercury. What have you found since then? Just a burning grasp of what could be, carbon dioxide turned to gold, but I'm still near. Never far behind, they say, but that is the truth, for you are simply what I have imagined, one of the best, unrecognized by your own.
My best friend. I love her dearly. This one is for you, Rosie <3
naomierin
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
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