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train rides - w.i.pMy head is filled with could-have-beens and fond memories of 7.36ams.train rides - w.i.p
The new day painted condensation across the windows, intertwining with steam from the lungs of one thousand sardines tightly packed into a tin-can carriage. And somehow admist them all, I caught sight of you smiling at me; a clumsy girl depending on a rail to maintain balance. With my cheeks burning up an inferno to warm the hands of the world, I smiled back at you. And with that, the rest of our journey consisted of a game
in which we'd catch each other's eye, and simultaneously change di
BeginningsI've never been a person good at beginnings> and the start of me and the end of you is one of the places where i get confusedBeginnings
Our start was never very clear either I was alone and then i wasnt my hand was empty suddenly your fingers entwined in mine like overlapping vines or rays of sunshine
caught between the gaunt emacipated branches of wintertime trees your lips on mine and that was that I didnt question it because when you do that all the leaves begin to change and colours fade away into winter sheets of gray and brown
I ca
| I am free. |
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
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hahahah your writing is really lovely.
I really appreciate it
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Beautiful gallery.
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