She had crumbled before
throwing hands right above the stippled light.
This time, her eyes were squared
distilling the faintest of frozen dust.
Her thirst was cleaver
anticipating her stage
She could really take flight.
Just,
Tonight.
Give it all you got!
Even if it is just another bust,
Exhale
Beautiful work (:
ps. Also wanted to drop by and thank you for visiting my blog – I’m honoured you enjoyed your stay ❤
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thank you as do you ,lovely blog
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Nice one! ‘thirst was cleaver’ – nice imagery and just how it feels before taking the stage – can relate! 🙂 love the line before too! 🙂
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Thank you Rob McShane
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