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Roads Less Traveled

She looked at me in her muddled state with eyes that had never been clearer, dark blue diamonds with storms beneath the surface. There were clouds of dialogue floating over every mind around us, and she sliced the sky with … Continue reading

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Sleepless Dreams

The haunting colors of a memory that separates life into before and after swirls around me, a reminder of how it feels to reminisce while the rest of the world sleeps. The above reverts from clear diamonds to coal, soot smeared across … Continue reading

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Pawns of the Night

The day is bleeding into the edges of night, pastels seeping into the corners of the horizon line. In a few more minutes the rush of reality will become too bitter of a pill to swallow together, so we’ll mumble goodbyes … Continue reading

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Stained Echos and Northern Skies

Suspended from a tight rope above an unsuspecting city, the clouds are silk up here but the sky is cutting and the moon is as piercing as the streetlights below, a faded glow of forgotten conversations, words mumbled underneath the … Continue reading

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Invisible Shadows

Peeling paint underneath the pastel wallpaper, locking the car door the moment you see a ‘them’, a ‘them’ that’s somehow so separate from the ‘us’. It’s all so sensible it can drive you insane. There’s a beating in the ears … Continue reading

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Electric

Saw you on the corner of nowhere special and the imaginary, racing shadows with hands to your lips. We walked to the intersection of coincidence and fate, not wanting to let go, too scared to move past the yellow light. We … Continue reading

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Drafts

Little details burn your throat. She likes her coffee black and her red converse without socks and she’s never danced in the rain, but she’s sung in the snow. All the small brushstrokes making up her whole you’ll never need … Continue reading

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