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it's always raining somwhere....it's always raining somwhere.
broken pieces of glass create rainbows on his face as he looms over the gum-flecked sidewalk. the sound he makes as he treads over them, is our song. i want to tell him this but his eyes cut me deeper than the shattered bottle and his sand paper hands are rough on the small of my back as he pushes me into the street, to avoid the mess. he looks up at the window from which it had fallen and i feel him wish he could be anything but a raindrop man in the midst of this stormy city.
i know i’m holding him back. i know i’m his water cycle-- the force that keeps recy
by ~anasavage
we will fly.everyday i talk of flying, because, baby, its my dream.we will fly.
i will take your hand and we will jump off the ragged cliffs, into the mist of ocean below dipping our wings into excited waves. someday we will even head into the sun, so our shadows will embrace in the light and we will never escape its warmth. the clouds will be our bed as we watch the moon fall from the sky, and say hello to shooting stars. we can jump from planet to planet, never ever letting go. never ever slipping into the vast expanse of black all around us. we will forever stay
by ~anasavage
in the palm of her handShe brought home the world, in the palm of her hand, as large as a head, so round and so grand.in the palm of her hand
It’s placed on the table they sit all around, watching the clouds
twirl so swift and profound.
The wondrous gazes, of callow blue eyes, as plump little fingers fondle the skies, scour the earth for its rife imperfections. The table grows sad, as they see the reflections of every small human, that's ever done wrong: the sick, the homeless, the righteous, the strong.
And they laugh and they cry, into
by ~anasavage
lip hugswhen i was little, kisses were “lip hugs” and big brothers were happy people. little plastic bags were never hidden under his pillow and his clothes never smelled like bad things. those were the days when instead of climbing out his window to make smoke rings with his friends, he would twirl me in the air and say that someday i would find someone like his miranda to lip hug. miranda was the girl that would come over for dinner with smiley eyes and yellow, flowered dresses that twirled when she walked. we would play tea party and she would teach me songs that we would sing until itlip hugs
by ~anasavage
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please don't allow your voice to fade.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
And this is only the lesser of my evils.
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see the fog there, iced over with your breathing, see the fog over there? see her float down apple creek, listen closely, because she almost stopped breathing.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
30 amnesias; après moi, le déluge. je suis désolé.
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