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juice | Emissiv.es
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Without ropes →. Posted by Thales Miletus. The packaging seems overdone. A brown paper bag and you’ve already won. The orange hue around the rim. Seems to be a bit posh, prim. The aroma, scent, hue of air. Is nothing that would make me care. The long drawn taste at back of tongue. May only be a draw for some. I do like your deep red colour. But your not there to be wallpaper. Just don’t hurt my head the ‘morrow. I drink you not for sorrow. As papered press says your fine. To me you will always be wine.
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concrete air | Emissiv.es
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Posted by Thales Miletus. In the light of the disappointing searing sun. In the dark of bright shiny love. The billboards communicate what you need. And when you have it, it spills to seed. So paint a story and we’ll make it found. Your belief in the work as visual sound. Your look books, apps, content, heart. Are our commercials, our art. Don’t tell me you don’t like commercials, awards. More fawning, recognition, it illustrates, draws. You hate us advertising people I see. A way for you failed artists.
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Emissiv.es | Writings | Page 2
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Newer posts →. Posted by Thales Miletus. Breathe in lower octave. Passive gestures of beckoning calm. A subtle, flavoured balm. Warmth washing over me. As nestled in my arms. A living breathing you. Our souls safe from harm. Eyes closed I see my fate. A soothing love that reached my heart. My life is you my love. My life now, finally starts. Posted by Thales Miletus. Its where I feel I’m safe. I’m locked away. It’s where I feel. I’m out of life. I’m in a star. It’s where I feel. Up in the stars. I do not...
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Thales Miletus | Emissiv.es
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Posted by Thales Miletus. Posted by Thales Miletus. The long echo of night as a siren chants into the light. Breaking the sweat of a silence already longing for something to say. The heat subsides to bearable stillness enlivened by the sirens shrillness. A vacuum of air appears and chases what’s left of calmness away. Where once was a chance to stare at the moon singing a wondrous tune. The city reminds me that I’m a visitor stealing a moment to breathe. Round my ears to fill what I thought was free.
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Warmth at the end of the tunnel | Emissiv.es
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Lightness of silence →. Warmth at the end of the tunnel. Posted by Thales Miletus. A series of nothing but rhyme. Minutes of noise releasing time. No rhythm, no wine. A cold day of light. To a cold stew. Freezing emotions as the wind blew. A pointless date named Sunday night. Once useful hours long disposable. Rendered a vacuum by my memory you. As I anticipate the warmth. When you appear with a smile. A scent of you near. The minutes seem longer. Until you break the time warp. Lightness of silence →.
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The Fall | Emissiv.es
https://emissives.wordpress.com/2013/10/31/912
Posted by Thales Miletus. Warmth at the end of the tunnel. Sports Nutrition from Anna and Nick. Blog at WordPress.com.
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lightness of silence | Emissiv.es
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Warmth at the end of the tunnel. The Fall →. Posted by Thales Miletus. The long echo of night as a siren chants into the light. Breaking the sweat of a silence already longing for something to say. The heat subsides to bearable stillness enlivened by the sirens shrillness. A vacuum of air appears and chases what’s left of calmness away. Where once was a chance to stare at the moon singing a wondrous tune. The city reminds me that I’m a visitor stealing a moment to breathe. Warmth at the end of the tunnel.
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