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LionesseRampant

Published: Jun 4, 2013

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the crescent moons bitten into my palms
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.

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Day 153 of the #Glory-Be-Project
Written on June 2nd, 2013

Inspired by one of *intricately-ordinary remedies for those suffering from writer's block. Inspired by #4.

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I've got another DLD! This is the best day I've had in a long time! Thanks SO much to *imaginative-lioness for suggesting it, and to =LadyofGaerdon for featuring me! You can find the article here!

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LeftUnfinished

Jul 2, 2014

This captures a lovely moment in time. ^ ^

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