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Post by Aish on Jul 24, 2015 21:25:50 GMT -5
have you ever heard her pray? it's beautiful, full of the changes ripped thruogh her cracks, broken pieces yet to be stitched
mouth full of glue still she
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Post by Aish on Aug 11, 2015 13:31:26 GMT -5
puddle of stars
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Post by Aish on Sept 11, 2015 19:38:19 GMT -5
silver knots meticulously tied
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Post by Aish on Oct 19, 2015 5:40:08 GMT -5
I wanna imprison your lips with mine your skin speaks to me your hair talks to me they tell me
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Post by Aish on Oct 21, 2015 13:41:55 GMT -5
Softly wired shadows, soft eyed hallows
dark starlings
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Post by Aish on Oct 21, 2015 20:13:43 GMT -5
peel back my broken skin and let the joyous bruises weep/sing?
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Post by Aish on Oct 23, 2015 2:36:15 GMT -5
paper bones
wire frame
plastic limbs
poisonous veins
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Post by Aish on Oct 25, 2015 23:27:15 GMT -5
all the poems have wounds in them
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Post by Veritas on Oct 26, 2015 10:49:27 GMT -5
all but one, the most beautiful of of all... she dances in a ring of fire & casts off the challenge with a shrug....
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Post by awesomebill on Dec 14, 2015 10:43:17 GMT -5
The bruise on an apple may look uninviting, but it's so soft and sweeter than the rest - That there is a mighty eloquent metaphor m'lady. Keep 'em comin'
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