Pastel Macarons
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Última publicación mar, nov 4, 2014
❝ She was soft-hued;
muted in color.
Like peaches 'n' cream.
Or pastel macarons-
tough exterior, shell-like;
soft interior, cream-like.
. . .
Delicate and collapsible. ❞
- T. D. †
English Literature student, Tristan Delacroix never thought of himself as a poet; merely an observer. A linguaphile who captured moments of deceptive insignificance on his typewriter.
Street muralist, Faye Hughes never thought of herself as a bohemian landscapist; merely a girl who liked colors and mixing her own paints. A pastelist who smeared moments of juxtaposing emotions on Philly's walls.
And on one fateful starry night, the word-loving observer met the bohemian landscapist...
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