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Post by Jacq on May 24, 2014 11:53:09 GMT 8
Contact expectant lips licking
Spaces within hidden Skin
Bones solidified mouth strikes
Hurtful finger affects change
Order surrounding body
Walk with me
Delicious sounds eye closed
Imbalance severed
Moving on taking flight
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Post by embowman on May 25, 2014 17:20:51 GMT 8
surrounding closed solidified spaces,
moving skin and bones off balance-
from walking to flight.
- body contact
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Post by michelle on May 25, 2014 18:40:07 GMT 8
Order surrounding body
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3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10-
Imbalance severed
Expectant of contact
lips licking
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kynan
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Post by kynan on May 25, 2014 19:10:24 GMT 8
eyes meet
and we work through this
alone/together
we'll walk side by side, blinded
till the earth leaves our feet
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Post by Nicole on May 26, 2014 8:06:44 GMT 8
Expectant lips
Eyes meeting
Point blame with your finger
Fly with me and walk with me at the same time
The sound of silence can be delicious
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Post by serena on May 26, 2014 17:09:27 GMT 8
Something rearranged, again and again, pages upon pages, words fail to convey what lies hidden within. Standing on an edge, testing the balance, trying to push further and further out into the abyss and yet there is something is still routed to the spot. As if the bones grow down into the soil and want to return to the ruins from which they began. Resist the wind that swirls around, catching at the edges of your skirts and carrying you into the distance.
Fingertips grasping at a matrix of unmade choices.
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Post by tarryn on May 26, 2014 19:45:33 GMT 8
Waiting, fingertips of hurtful anticipation.
Mouth poised, lips ready
aim
fire
move with me, run with me.
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Post by daisysanders on May 26, 2014 20:59:09 GMT 8
Lips smacking,
expectant mouth.
Contact
Crisis
Curdle
Calling out your name.
The hurry jumble.
Imbalanced flight.
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Post by Ashleigh Berry on May 27, 2014 1:52:34 GMT 8
An unfamiliar taste. not unpleasant.
Spaces within spaces.
The gateways in blocked by more skin, more flesh.
again, not unpleasant.
Eyes closed, feel your way.
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Post by jesslewis on May 27, 2014 13:38:59 GMT 8
Giant mouth and serpent tongue. Pricks and poisons and wraps and releases.
Slithers in the folds, the creases, the cracks, cold and oddly gentle.
Smirking with an eye that blinks.
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Post by samantha on May 27, 2014 15:56:10 GMT 8
Flick, Smack, Flack, Splat...
The fold, the crease I had and now it's gone.
Elegant hands, a pianist ' s hands, but too long, much too long, spidery, spindly, piercing.
Delicious yes, but is it flight or fight?
Sent from my SM-N9005 using Tapatalk
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Post by kathleen on May 28, 2014 10:00:16 GMT 8
Licking something delicious with the whole winding pathway
Leaves a whisper of a trail
Precise placement from one lick
All it takes to dissolve is one strike
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Post by isabella on May 29, 2014 14:26:31 GMT 8
With one delicious eye ball i walk
expectantly waiting for something
a whisper of sweetness that i spit out
a character a someone other than me emerges
loud from my mouth
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Post by Admin on May 30, 2014 9:04:55 GMT 8
Walk with me,
Fall and collect in delicious imbalance
Take flight.
Lifted Limbs Defying
Bones Solidify
Space with hidden
Skin.
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