We fall into silence and through it
to end up with rib-cracking sighs
the size of a minnow or an inner
tube connecting the cosmos to sin. 67 more words
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Upon the finding of the girl in the river I remembered the book I had tossed into the waters many years before.
It was a strange feeling, as was the look of her skin and hair; her fingers gnarled like grey twigs, the bone that showed shimmered romantically in the glint of the noonday sun. 729 more words