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influence
You snag your props and claw your fame from the flesh of innocent children. They're left without substance, but plenty of "swagger," and you love it.
blaze
Elijah soaked the altar and closed his eyes, confident in God's blazing power.
orbit
He's destined to come back into my line of vision. Maybe always.
trunk
I talk about my mistakes because otherwise they become the dead bodies in the trunk. And whether it's a rental car or a used Toyota Corolla, there's only so much room in the trunk.
bridge
I'm nearing the edge of this bridge. I'll call it "College." The bridge was comfortably suspended between two solid realities. I feel like the one at the front. I squeeze my backpack straps until the person behind me gives me a little shove and my toe starts to brush the grass right before I feel this new adventure underfoot --
fireplace
Now, do dragons have a fireplace in their domestic homes? Or are their fireplaces just for the places humans roam?
scar
I have a scar on my left ring finger from when I was hurriedly getting decorations ready for my best friend's wedding. I've just now realized how ironic that is.
princess
Why do some girls want to be one?
deserve
I am so entitled to Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday happy days. And if it's not a sunny day, my Sunday is just another day. A lost day. And I don't realize that it deserves better too.
skyline
The sky no longer withdraws. It reaches down so close to the ground that it casts a grey shadow from earth to heaven. Every one of its' million white kisses are pure. They tell us, "Sleep, rest, and wait." So we rest under hats and coasts and gloves, and we trust.
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