| the_dust_mote | ||
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with arms around my head feet pointed undrawable in so many directions maybe if i stare hard enough the pencil will speak and give me grace on paper dancing trapped and free on a white surface so small erasable lets me fly away coast breath breeze on lead wings |
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| birdmad |
illustrating the paths which light travels as they fall ebbing and drifting with each breath |
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