

1000 Paper CranesI.1000 Paper Cranes
We whispered prayers into the corridors while I spoke into your ribcage, telling lies to our skeletons to help you understand.
you said they loved watching me wax poetic while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes cover our skin while I taught you how to fly. (you were always too afraid to fall and too afraid to land).
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It wasn't lovesongs we sang; it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe but you said ghosts exist without compassion, and with
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If any of my posts have made you "lol," then I've served my purpose.
I like the emotion expressed in the picture. I think it's very sweet.
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Like a whisper she was gone...
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"All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness."
"Don't let the sun go down below your anchor."
If I see pretty art, I can't help but fave it.
XD
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Like a whisper she was gone...
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"All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness."
"Don't let the sun go down below your anchor."
Just honest.
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Like a whisper she was gone...
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~religion is yet another form of elitism~
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How long must you wait for it? How long must you pay for it?
XD
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Like a whisper she was gone...
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How long must you wait for it? How long must you pay for it?
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