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Flames

    We were two flames, dancing in the darkness Under the evening moon of a winter night. With each gasping breath for air, speaking whispers And roaring promises of burning light. Consuming all the brush beneath our heavy feet, We danced a path across the land. Rising higher and higher with each passing wind,… Continue reading Flames

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Rise

I was supposed to be a ray of sunshine. I wanted to be everything you needed. I wanted to fill you with light so that you may always know which way to go, and that light would always lead you back to me. For so long I tried to give you my light. You brought… Continue reading Rise

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blink

It is here, on a nearly empty beach on a mysteriously breezy winter’s night, that you realize he is your missing piece. He’s pointing out the planes in the sky, each one with a series of letters and numbers that mean nothing to you, but everything to him, and such everything to you, and he’s… Continue reading blink

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Fallen

The air was knocked out, Of my lungs, And the scream I made, Was deafening. The chill of the breeze, And ferocity as it comes, Is not what left me, Trembling. But rather the harsh landing, Of the floor, Suddenly, as I fell from, Above. Neither a scrape nor a bruise, Left, but something more:… Continue reading Fallen