Friday, April 11, 2014

SNOWFLAKES by JRC

Sometimes, I just like to listen. I like to perceive the things you say in slow motion. I could see the words trickling down your chin and spit out into the air, crisp as it is, and sort of float in midsentence. I could then taste your words as if they were snowflakes, melting as they arrive, freshly, on the tip.

-JRC

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