there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony
and the less of it I need, the more I get
’til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries
like an echo in the chambers of my chest
and they're singing in the caverns of my limbs
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[private] in the bright light of these white nights
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02-22-2020, 04:24 PM
there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony ’til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries and the words she aches to hear pour through my canyon and they're singing in the caverns of my limbs |
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in the bright light of these white nights - by Agetta - 01-26-2020, 04:32 PM
RE: in the bright light of these white nights - by Anaxarete - 02-07-2020, 10:35 PM
RE: in the bright light of these white nights - by caledonia - 02-22-2020, 04:24 PM
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