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Jul 16, 2013 15:56:40 GMT -5
Post by south4thesummer on Jul 16, 2013 15:56:40 GMT -5
Not our past or future but our selves over and over. We are windows casting light, strewn across the room in stretched shapes. The summer sun in its lofty height leaves warm lines you can trace with a finger; while the moon, so soft, leaves a gift only for the sharpest of seers. Cursing the cold, shaking in the dark, our frames stay true.
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marcel
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Jul 16, 2013 19:25:16 GMT -5
Post by marcel on Jul 16, 2013 19:25:16 GMT -5
I like this, very evocative and insightful. Well done.
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