and your lips quiver with your mind;
whispers lunge deep into the architecture
and the curve of our spines
as we hold our breath and our sobriety
underneath our ribcages
(gilded with adultery and the vibrating
wings of hummingbirds and dragonflies
and the nights too hot to speak of
and the mornings too cold to feel)
we sputter out letters and shiver
in saturated echoes.
there we lay, parallel,
our thoughts perpendicular:
paradoxical, and foolish--
oh, the glory of it all.















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Especially the 'and'.
paradoxical, and foolish--
oh, the glory of it all.
--I like how you bring it all together in the end. :]
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Turning sadness into kindness
Your uniqueness into strength
It's okay to get lost so begin walking
Thank youuu for reading and commenting, as always <3
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if i could, i would give you everything in the world. the moon-- right out of the sky.
- austin michael, january seventh.
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Turning sadness into kindness
Your uniqueness into strength
It's okay to get lost so begin walking
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... that's what she said.
Oh, the glory of it all.
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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if i could, i would give you everything in the world. the moon-- right out of the sky.
- austin michael, january seventh.
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"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious." - Albert Einstein
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
My writing teacher has told me to cut back on the different snapshots and focus on one or two and not just fling pictures out that are hard to comprehend. What are your thoughts on this?
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if i could, i would give you everything in the world. the moon-- right out of the sky.
- austin michael, january seventh.
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