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Have you ever thought of how pretty a word can be? It sounds like white skirts and flowing leaves, flowing words from the mind and silent bombshells dropping to the ground like seeds.

Seeds destroying the most beautiful city in the world and sowing scars in the minds of the broken-hearted. They never wanted to be there. They wanted glory or wages or to see infinity or something, not to take one life after the next.

How can a world be so beautiful yet so ignorant? I couldn't capture it with all the words in the world, but with a single photograph, I could show you the way forever, through the fake film grain and vintage marionettes dancing in a stream. Or maybe they're drowning... They're being filtered out and stoned to oblivion with coffee grains. They're being pressed flat in the pages of a black leather-bound book and then forgotten as the ribbon falls out to mark their way.

She can only draw curls and he can only draw spikes but maybe they'll find a link through a poet instead. Maybe they'll fall to the ground with still curtains and maybe the limit does not exist. And maybe, just maybe, they'll make it work.

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Have you ever thought of how pretty a word can be? It sounds like white skirts and flowing leaves, flowing words from the mind and silent bombshells dropping to the ground like seeds.

Seeds destroying the most beautiful city in the world and sowing scars in the minds of the broken-hearted. They never wanted to be there. They wanted glory or wages or to see infinity or something, not to take one life after the next.

How can a world be so beautiful yet so ignorant? I couldn't capture it with all the words in the world, but with a single photograph, I could show you the way forever, through the fake film grain and vintage marionettes dancing in a stream. Or maybe they're drowning... They're being filtered out and stoned to oblivion with coffee grains. They're being pressed flat in the pages of a black leather-bound book and then forgotten as the ribbon falls out to mark their way.

She can only draw curls and he can only draw spikes but maybe they'll find a link through a poet instead. Maybe they'll fall to the ground with still curtains and maybe the limit does not exist. And maybe, just maybe, they'll make it work.