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Mapping the veins on eyelids A subtle lattice work of blue life softly breathing, indifferently beating a gentle pulse lifting skin a rare moment of honesty, deliverance found only in the frame of a dream An exchange of minds would leave us breathless Speechless, for here words have no bounds no meaning, other than that which we bestow delicatelydownward a path is traced Along the creeping blue past through the notches of your spine a path well known never to be lost upon My child. My life Deep in a wish of denial what i wouldnt give to trade with you A gift i tried to give .but i was never good at sizes my darling.mydear If only i could exchange once more i promise i would get it right. Instead, they tell me its time to let go to you my child- the first ill never know                                                                                                                   and so she slept                                                                                                                 in sweet fragility                                                                                                                almost breathing                                                                                                                        and so i wept                                                                                                           with subtle bravery                                                                                                                       almost living.
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
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Mapping the veins on eyelids A subtle lattice work of blue life softly breathing, indifferently beating a gentle pulse lifting skin a rare moment of honesty, deliverance found only in the frame of a dream An exchange of minds would leave us breathless Speechless, for here words have no bounds no meaning, other than that which we bestow delicatelydownward a path is traced Along the creeping blue past through the notches of your spine a path well known never to be lost upon My child. My life Deep in a wish of denial what i wouldnt give to trade with you A gift i tried to give .but i was never good at sizes my darling.mydear If only i could exchange once more i promise i would get it right. Instead, they tell me its time to let go to you my child- the first ill never know                                                                                                                   and so she slept                                                                                                                 in sweet fragility                                                                                                                almost breathing                                                                                                                        and so i wept                                                                                                           with subtle bravery                                                                                                                       almost living.
zoe-lynne
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
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