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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Apr 2, 2006 17:10:42 GMT -6
I've been writing alot about temperature...
Shoulders
It's the way you move when you're out of control... Don't you know it's winter? You don't freeze anymore now that you've got my touch to spread heat through your veins. I'd think of you as an iceburg, melting slowly, waiting to be warmed. I'll paint you red and orange. I'll paint you on fire.
Swirling my fingerprints on your skin was never so colorful.
You walk with your toes curled. It throws you off balance, but I hold you straight with hands closed around your shoulders.
And I could just tangle into you at any given moment. (I'll watch the clock.
I'll tell you when the time is right.)
Swirling my fingerprints down your arms never made such a statement.
My hands climb mountains for you, up and down, until they reach your neck. They know where to go, and they know how to survive in the wilderness that is you.
Those are the same hands that have felt the vibrations on your neck when you speak. The same skin that's been melting into yours.
I'm swirling my fingerprints on your shoulders. You've never loved me this much.
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Post by Laura on Apr 2, 2006 17:52:38 GMT -6
" Don't you know it's winter? You don't freeze anymore" --really liked this part. " I'll paint you red and orange. I'll paint you on fire." --amazing. Every time I read your work I go "and this girl's like 13! My god!" you must be one smart cookie. I also liked the repetition of the " my fingerprints" part, the first one was my favourite ... so delicate and delightful like ice cream. I really enjoyed this
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stupidxgirl
A Devoted Distraction
So You Sailed Away...
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Post by stupidxgirl on Apr 2, 2006 18:34:51 GMT -6
"waiting to be warmed. I'll paint you red and orange. I'll paint you on fire." This was shockingly beautiful. It really stuck out to me and I have to agree with Laura. Writing like this at 13 is amazing I got worse with age I think LoL. This is great!
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