The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...
“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice
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I step into the water and I become cleansed The words other have said, the fingers that have pulled at my skin
By poetrywroteme http://poetrywroteme.tumblr.com/post/162500153792/sea
The light fused through the windowsill, a white beam erupting flakes of dust into sparkling facets. My irises are both blinded & embraced by dust sparkles. A speck of dust, for one moment, a speck of ...
“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice
By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason
I step into the water and I become cleansed The words other have said, the fingers that have pulled at my skin
By poetrywroteme http://poetrywroteme.tumblr.com/post/162500153792/sea