Nov 292014
 

the glow.  fierce.  the tired eyes marching forward, the sky laughing back with glee.  only the fortunate ones.  only the fortunate ones.

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Jun 292014
 

the dialect transformed, like a rainbow in the sun, making the potions grow stronger than the forest winds can understand.  i only seek the truth he said, his head bowed down with mourning.  she awoke and looked at him saying more than she could remember, she was only a girl, not yet ready to speak the volumes of guilt that portrayed her hair in such a negative shade.

 

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May 272014
 

Like air in the world like mace in the eyes I wish to speak to Bartholomew and run right for the train.  I kiss all the dogs and wish that I wish not in vain. 

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Nov 132013
 

you get the mirror and the door.  I get the post office and the set get the mirror and the door i get all the way off the floor.  You get the mirror and the door. 

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