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talkingcat
Feb 11, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

little me

Big with Love
my past breaking like sticks under my feet
broken choices
receipt-paper heart
balance sheet dreams
perfect bodies
given clean australian air
ant shacks carried on my back
green transient whispers
born from hopes carried
between my pincers
— talkingcat, Feb 11, 2010

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Region, Country: Newcastle, Australia, AUS

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whitetea

whitetea

16 years 3 months ago

WOW

Bleached blondes, men shooting up steroids, there are a lot of fake people to compete with. Looking at people that are considered attractive by most I start getting serious questions as to the nature of love. Attraction and hopes do feel just about as cryptic as you explained here, which is what I love so much about this piece. It can pull at you in so many directions, yet you are describing how it feels to navigate those sensations. I like how you used size comparisons in this. This is a very beautiful piece.