

escapeelingering fingers fatal touch. honest sun on my cheek like blush. wash away the nights creeping willow and rest your starry eyes against my pillow. feathers grow from the tips of your hair as once again i become entrapped by your stare. the way-ward clock starts to bend but in my memories, now will never end.escapee


you are...You are more than just you, he says, fingers curling in her hair. His breath smells like rain and feels like flower petals on her cheek.you are...
What do you mean? she asks, chewing the inside of her mouth in thought.
Like , he pauses, searching for words. Like clouds; how theyre just clouds but theyre also shapes you can see in your imagination. Like allegories; how they have more than one levels of meaning. Like breaking mirrors; how youre breaking the mirror but also what you see in it.
And Im all of that?


map of my heart.remember that day when we found each other in the forest? we were ten, and, looking back, the way the trees blocked the light was oddly poetic. i was sitting alone on a log, and you sat down with me.map of my heart.
remember how we walked to the river together, and you said you hoped you wouldnt get lost? and the next day, i drew you a map. i told you it was a map of my heart.
to this day, only one thing has changed. there is now a valley through the middle, left by you.
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MDC
"I guess he picked a knife fight with somebody better?"
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thanks a lot for the
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your photos are awesome... keep it up
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Thanks again.. i love boarding too
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... Une branche qui tombe dans la forêt émet elle un son si personne n'est là pour l'entendre? ...
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friends...the best gift ever...
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