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That first ray of morning light, the crisp air that chills your lungs and wakes you up better than a cold shower. Old books composed of battered pages, memories left behind through dirty fingerprints. 124 more words

Mine

Berlin RestingĀ 

My hands burried in the

Crumpled papers and graphite crumbs

That line your pockets

Standing behind you

My lips resting on the pulse behind your ear… 80 more words

#1429

Your
silence
screams
volumes.

Stuck

I hate being stuck inside my head.
Nothing good comes from it.

#1428

I will not
be saddened
to leave the
best parts of me
behind if they
rest within your
reliable hands.

Seashell Soul Strings

Seashell hearts slip
into the quicksand echoes
of yesterwaves and tumble
in the ripples of lavender lace.
A lost piano soul whispers and
flutters the mandarin of butterfly… 19 more words

Spilled Ink

Art Prompt: Kseniya

Writing prompt: use this image by Kseniya to inspire a poem, paragraph, story — anything.

To see more of Kseniya’s work, please visit her DeviantArt here.

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