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Winter leaking into our phosphate spines
Fingers curled and clawing at sun baked whispers behind our lips
Trying to convey what silence tastes like on parched lungs
Misfortune snapping at our humming bird fingertips
The lost do not wish to be found.
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Indigo-Moon-Shadow Featured By Owner Mar 1, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
So much emotion in so few words <3
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2013  Student General Artist
thank you
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UndertheShaydeWood Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013
AS ever, tantalizing imagery so sensually rich and meaningful on many levels. Excellent.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2013  Student General Artist
Thank you very much
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013
and as always you write unbelievably well
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Student General Artist
thank you, and as always you write incredibly thought provoking comments
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2013
I try. :-)
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2013  Student General Artist
Well, you succeed
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013
Ash winters and droughted lands filled with roaming souls faith all gone, tonged twisted or mute words never to describe nightmares of waking and sleeping yet find comfort in the company of another even if its for a restful minute.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2013  Student General Artist
and yet people fade and dull, rounded edges and sharp jutting cheek bones with tongues folded behind them, words are senseless and comfort is a fleeting touch of burnt out neurons
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