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The Equinox
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You forgot.
I left the door open.
Meet me at the Equinox.
Our eyes danced in silhouettes of lavender blazon skies
Becoming intoxicated in tinged heavens of wine
Bodies bathed in burning orchards and breathless lips
Arms laced tighter than romance wrapped in crimson
You remember.
I left the door open.
Meet me at the Equinox.
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Sentence I liked:
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Bodies bathed in burning orchards and breathless lips
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Arms laced tighter than romance wrapped in crimson
(I'm stuck between)
Bodies bathed in burning orchards and breathless lips
and
Arms laced tighter than romance wrapped in crimson
l am facinated by how sometimes a word makes us focus on a concept that makes us think in bigger concepts. Equinox is not the most common of words to find inspiration in.
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