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These Christmas lights make the night warmer.
Soft-focus glow, a sharp contrast to the cold air.
She buries her head into my ribs and I feel her smile through my shirt.
For a moment the world's colors and sounds merge;
I curl at the thought of giving in to her.
We diverge and again the room holds shape.
Forms of people, chairs, drinks congeal.
Lines quickly retrace themselves
and soon the absurd existences of money, time,
the simple idea of actually Existing...
these soulless entities find a way to wrap me up in forgetting.
(Her arms shield me, in them
I haven't a care.)

Our eyes meet again, just as they often do,
but never before so tender.
We gazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeee.
The room washed in grey smoke.
Her lips curl into a subtle smile,
What a Beautiful Sight!
A prettier Mona Lisa,
decked in Christmas lights and smoke.

To have found her all over again.
To hear her speak and peer into her thoughts.
I have returned:
not to take her far away;
not to fix her.

Deep swells of strange certainty rumble within.
Even in her eyes I want another sight,
to hear another word, or watch another minute of her sleep.
She soft-focus glows, a sharp contrast to the cold air.
And I want to carry her.
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Quote by sisuphi
These Christmas lights make the night warmer.
Soft-focus glow, a sharp contrast to the cold air.
She buries her head into my ribs and I feel her smile through my shirt.
For a moment the world's colors and sounds merge;
I curl at the thought of giving in to her.
We diverge and again the room holds shape.
Forms of people, chairs, drinks congeal.
Lines quickly retrace themselves
and soon the absurd existences of money, time,
the simple idea of actually Existing...
these soulless entities find a way to wrap me up in forgetting.
(Her arms shield me, in them
I haven't a care.)
I like the imagery in this part. I don't like the last part "Her arms shield me, in them I haven't a care."

Our eyes meet again, just as they often do,
but never before so tender.
We gazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzeeeeeeeee.
The room washed in grey smoke.
Her lips curl into a subtle smile,
What a Beautiful Sight!
A prettier Mona Lisa,
decked in Christmas lights and smoke.
This is so cute. I love it.

To have found her all over again.
To hear her speak and peer into her thoughts. I don't understand how she could see into her own thoughts. I like "peer into my thoughts more.
I have returned:
not to take her far away;
not to fix her.


Deep swells of strange certainty rumble within.
Even in her eyes I want another sight,
to hear another word, or watch another minute of her sleep.
She soft-focus glows, a sharp contrast to the cold air.
And I want to carry her.This is nice. But I think glowing isn't really a contrast to coldness. Same goes for the first part. If you put a warm glow that'd make more sense but I'm just being picky.


Overall, I like this.

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