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In a coven of wooden walls, watching crystals fall. Dancing in the wind and toying with my heart. It always beats a little faster on days like this. My lungs long for the sharp inhale of icy needles violating my trachea and expanding my lungs into large balloons. Feeling like a child. My rosy cheeks are the bookends to an undeniable grin. Beyond those lips, taste buds desire hot cocoa. The hairs on my arms raise as goosebumps intensify from a nipping gust. My head spins, my body twirls to the rhythm in my spirit. Colorful crisps crunch beneath my soles, because after all, it is October.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 23:03:46 +0000

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