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I see her eyes they are curious raw and enormously round like the heart of an water lily the petals never close they risk desolation destruction by the tempest’s wrath they have felt the frigid hail before how they know its bitter sting but they despise ignorance for what is surviving safety if beyond lays living hell? if one flower blooms the maelstrom becomes worth fighting so they gladly withstand hurricanes giving those thrown into this gale a remedy to bring the dying back to life I see her eyes they are dark enigmatic of burnt umber like the ashes of the phoenix star the dust of the dead compressing and contorting their carnage reaches distant worlds as a glimmer amid the twilight to them, this is worth the pain I can see them rupture, crack, and fade they burn they rise from peace to welcome the chaos of ignition In looking at her my surroundings blur to grey the grey of colors so confused they mix to absolute equilibrium and so I see only her eyes but that is all I need to perceive her
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
The Storm Outside, The Fire Within
I see her eyes they are curious raw and enormously round like the heart of an water lily the petals never close they risk desolation destruction by the tempest’s wrath they have felt the frigid hail before how they know its bitter sting but they despise ignorance for what is surviving safety if beyond lays living hell? if one flower blooms the maelstrom becomes worth fighting so they gladly withstand hurricanes giving those thrown into this gale a remedy to bring the dying back to life I see her eyes they are dark enigmatic of burnt umber like the ashes of the phoenix star the dust of the dead compressing and contorting their carnage reaches distant worlds as a glimmer amid the twilight to them, this is worth the pain I can see them rupture, crack, and fade they burn they rise from peace to welcome the chaos of ignition In looking at her my surroundings blur to grey the grey of colors so confused they mix to absolute equilibrium and so I see only her eyes but that is all I need to perceive her
#fire#eyes#beautiful#friend#storm
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flamedreamer
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
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