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paralyzed echoes
ring through gray matter. here. not.
trapped in the spectral
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (3)
Well-wrought! The use of periods in the second line was a nice unconventional touch!
Perfect entry, Kristen!
Mesmerising. Your words are always so hypnotic Kristen x