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Can you chase the fire away? | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. Can you chase the fire away? November 22, 2012. 8220;Oh I miss the comfort of this house. Where we are where we are. Where we are where we are. The floor under our feet whispers out. Come on in, come on in, where it all begins.”. Of Monsters and Men. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Do over. | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. November 22, 2012. Yesterday, R and I sat in silence at the crowded busy Mezza9. We concluded that it was hard to hold onto anyone, because through this ordeal, it has split our relationships right through. I sure hope I wouldn’t have to go through this again. And even so, I know where I stand. And so does R. We are starting over.
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What’s a girl to do? | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. What’s a girl to do? April 8, 2013. Those secret fears. We fear that if the words escapes from our chest, it would be our very infliction. I am led to think that maybe some part of me wishes it disappears, but the amount of emotions building up in my chest, can fill the very thoughts in my head. So we are left wanting, but waiting.
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Burning lights and lines. | They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. | Page 2
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. November 1, 2012. My work has been alluded to ‘a cheap whorehouse where we spread our legs open for a quick easy lay.’. I can’t help but agree. Hold on to your heart. October 10, 2012. Said goodbye to you, my friend. As the fire spread. All thats left are your bones. That will soon sink like stones. Hold on to what we are. October 8, 2012.
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Post Valentine’s | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. February 15, 2013. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,. Or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,. In secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms. But carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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I can hear it in the distance under my heartbeat. | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. I can hear it in the distance under my heartbeat. May 10, 2013. The days have been awfully quiet. They have been in my thoughts, resounding loud against my mind, my heart and inner voice. I bring them in silent prayers to the Father. In essence, what are we really made of? What if I never could see the end? Surely Someone must know. You are...
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Snow Flower and the Secret Fan | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. December 12, 2012. 8220;I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it–not just mother love, but the love for one’s parents, for one’s husband, and for one’s. Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, Lisa See. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Orient. | Burning lights and lines.
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Burning lights and lines. They are our mirror; our memory; we ask nothing of them but that they polish the mirror from time to time so we can look at ourselves in it. December 13, 2012. And now it’s just gone after dark. And we move to the other part of it. Secret part of your restless heart. To glide past every city light. Like a satellite careering through the sky. This colour, this summer night. It’s your heart, it’s your heart. That gives me this western feeling. Do you know, you give me.
