Working from here:
Electricity running from tip to toe.
Butterflies dance with dizzying speed.
Eyes searching for the moment--Breathless single moment.
The clock holds the time.
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If I could only write like this...
"Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could
Recall the moments that once have
Retract the footsteps that brought us to this favor
I wouldn't ask this of you"
I find such beauty and comfort in the words written by others, but constantly feel like my stuff isn't up to par. ;/
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