Aurora's dripping down the walls
Into the melted sky
Mingling among the tattered shades
And all but one a lie.
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The Story I Really Need to Tell
- Jade
- Everyday I gather more and more pieces of myself, sort of like a puzzle.
Every Photo Has its Own Story to Tell
Me like! <3
ReplyDeleteLovely ♥
ReplyDeleteLovely, with the meaning slightly fuzzy.
ReplyDeleteBut that's what makes it lovely.
I love this poem! It makes the word "aurora" sound like rainwater seeping through the insulation in your house...I like it!
ReplyDeleteHmm...something to think about...I love how you can take your own meaning out of this. :)
ReplyDeleteI think this is my favorite thing you've ever posted. But I think I say that every time you post.
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Jade- Okay! I'll follow you too! And I have an idea about me, you, Francesa, Talia, and if you remember Lauren? If we could all get on Lisi's and just talk like we all used too, like in the winter/spring? like the old group. :) Lauren said she's down, if you want to email me at xo_hannah@live.com that'll be great. :) I'm going to try and get ahold of Francesca and Talia, but if you have their email or anything, then just let me know in an email, okay? :) X's and O's, Hannah. ♥
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