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without blinders.




the spaces of sky
between clouds
become rivers
trailing into veiled moonlight

with our backs on the concrete
we are content, silent
as our smoke curls
meet the midnight air.

for those moments
we were infinite, perfect,
at peace--

i will carry that feeling with me always,
and when i leave this world,
all i ask is that your face
be the last thing i see.





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  • emma...
    November 2
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    meeep. i love this a lot. veryvery pretty.


  • Miss Faith
    October 28

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    love, love, love this...!!!

    'with our backs on the concrete
    we are content, silent
    as our smoke curls
    meet the midnight air.

    for those moments
    we were infinite, perfect,
    at peace--

    i will carry that feeling with me always,
    and when i leave this world,
    all i ask is that your face
    be the last thing i see."


  • Candy Morphine
    October 27

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    this is just fantastic.



    trailing into veiled moonlight
    -insane. seriously, that is so graceful. so beautiful.

    with our backs on the concrete
    we are content, silent
    as our smoke curls
    meet the midnight air.
    -SO GODDAMN AMAZING.


    • landmark
      November 2
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      thank you so much darling! i always appreciate your kind comments

  • vigilo
    October 27

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    "for those moments
    we were infinite, perfect,
    at peace--"

    these moments
    are few and far between
    but they never fail
    to be worth the wait.

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