Creation In My Eyes

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Before light blooms into bone, there's no gap to fill and forget. The long, shivering limb of blue-white heat stiffens like prayer-- or twinkling jewels of air. A moment flutters against frozen ragged gusts of wind. Its wings are tiny and fragile as it struggles through an icy labyrinth of air. It slams into walls, with stone crushing chunks of smooth glass into skin. It lands on the breathless sea of abandoned souls-- only to revive in the heart of one who is truly passionate. 

She is that one. 

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