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Purple sun.
To Thomas, and Irene.There are no words for a flame like this which twists your scarlet curls into vibrant, red rings; blossoming roses, tiny fires in the cold of night. (And, it's never enough. I, too, am blind.)To Thomas, and Irene.
I, too, am blind by the light of your eyes; Ocean crystals, great pearls of summer sky. Shimmering, infinitely.
I haven't the courage to leap, but I fall everytime, arms outstretched like anchors, plunging into that deep blue like an injured bird, heavy heart torn from its cords, helplessly fluttering in the hollow walls of my chest.
(And
| I enjoy warm weather and drawing. I love everything about music and bike riding. I really like stuffed animals and scarfs. I'm a little bit lonely, but filled with optimism. My eyes are brown and my legs are purple. I'm friendly. (This place is kind of like a diary, but in motion. To me, at least.) |
Artistic
I hope you are well, dear
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-| One day I am going to grow wings |-
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-| One day I am going to grow wings |-
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