"Don't tell me to write you poems. I will pencil you in as beautiful. Dress you in eloquent enunciation and colour your soul in as iridescent. I will draw white feathered wings on your back, contrasting the dark craters inside your barren soul. Gradually my words will turn around. You will catch it slowly. A soft breeze sweeping you away into the sea right before you drown."All Rights Reserved
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