December cool breath, fire raw blue metal, paper’s white faces of silver light and their silenced sun whispered of a girl holding a car seat waving for days never to listen, absent of happy, murmuring from where leaves hear everything, yet you are the single heat that fuse light, air, pump blood into a girl’s heart, she waited waving to the sky to die.
EmmettLaFave
Very avant garde, and its totally pulled off, which is hard to do. This one hits the heart and mind deep and to a subconscious level, which is the goal of avant garde pieces. Very well done.
AgentOrange789whooooooooooaaaa...that's the one word I can think of to describe this. haha awesome. :D
sandyflower
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