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  • Kaelan Brown
    • Dec 2, 2019
    • 1 min read

Words

Words are not meant to run,

But to be seen in motion,

Always winning the race.

You pictured it would win,

As it told you it would.

Your pupils grew with darkness,

Sucking in the colors,

Breathing in these moments.

At a fall in the bottomless pit

I invite you.

Swan dive within yourself.

Feel your skin glow silver,

Shining your way through forever.

This dream dancing, mind mingled

Portrait painted in time’s bosom,

Is as it always was

In your head, in your mouth,

In your bones.

Do not forget your breath,

Though it may stay speechless,

Give me your heart,

Lend us your soul,

Invite the world to hold your pace..

For words are not meant to run,

Words are not frozen to sit,

Words are here to move.

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