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tarnished.tarnished.
my breath is that of a whisp of tarnished scars riding the autumn wind to land in winter where my spirit has yet to meet its eager delicacy, turning raw from the embers it has been lying in all too long.
i know not what i can see, nor what i can feel, but my faith is that of which a white lily, with a pink speck on the lip of a single petal, blossoms in the crooked wind of winter's frost, tinging my soul.
my heart is not a distorted triangle to fit another, nor a wicked spell found in the liquids of a sewer. it is but a perpetual fever caught i
by ~airbornerose
threaded skies.threaded skies.
love is attached to a thread in the sky, and i'm slowly tugging until the clouds collide and fall on my chest and you're this pretty ink-blot thing that molds the lining of my shoes and i have to throw them off so i can feel the warm grass under my feet because you are the sun that beats its soul down onto my face until my skin turns red and peels at the edges- you are the fragrance of the inviting air polluted with the noise of lawn mowers and bicycle petals and i want to kiss the spot where your eyelashes meet to form an elongated butterfly and i want to brush away the piece of ash that falls inbetween the lines of your should
by ~airbornerose
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- Current Residence: silver lake.
- Interests: poetry, photography, art.
- Favourite movie: garden state.
- Favourite band or musician: mae, jack's mannequin, death cab.
- Favourite genre of music: alternative, indie, punk.
- Favourite artist: salvador dali, mc escher.
- Favourite poet or writer: francesca lia block
- Favourite photographer: too many to name.
- Favourite style of art: surrealistic, real life, pain, beauty.
- Personal Quote: there's not any point in living if you aren't willing to die trying.
- AIM: airbornerose
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like art could save a wretch like me.
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pearls melted into ash.
i love you oodles
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like art could save a wretch like me.
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pearls melted into ash.
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like art could save a wretch like me.
<3
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<caveatLECTOR>and jon beat me to uranus LOLOLOL
<concrete-surfer> your mom depreciates in value as she's traded
<intangebility> o man. pink is singing sweet dreams on tv atm, and madeline says "string trees are made of peas?"
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