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Contributor: Vela Damon

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silvered leaves of downcast eyes
pause, trembling in midair—

by now it comes as no surprise
that I should find you there;

fevered buds of scarlet tongues
wait, gasping high above—

as if one breath will scar the lungs
and rob them of this love;

wizened limbs of whispered sighs
rest, craving your command—

if only I might pass them by

to perch upon your hand.

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Vela has had a few flash fiction tales published. Still working on longer pieces, always working on something related to writing and will be until she departs for the great library in the sky.


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