mossmachinery

Philippines

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mossmachinery (Philippines) published:

cold hands

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you were always worried 
about your cold hands
i always told you it was fine

but i am worried this time because
they're blue now, too
and you aren't telling me anything

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mossmachinery (Philippines) published:

Sparklers

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your hands are cold 
and mine crackle with fire 
i'm afraid to hold yours 
but 
maybe i can light some sparklers and we can enjoy those together 

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mossmachinery (Philippines) published:

yellow and blue

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i write in the morning, because i don't want the only light to be coming from my laptop.
because i like the warmth of the sunlight more than the blue-white of a screen, and the warm more than the cold. because i'd rather hear traffic and birds than my music to make up the lost sound at night. because i watch the sunlight when i am alone, and only think the moon is pretty in company. because everything is illuminated...

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ink between the grooves of your fingerprints

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my fingertips are always stained with ink, they might as well be tattoos. 

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mossmachinery (Philippines) published:

when the people leave, time comes to touch this place - excerpt

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The sun comes in dappled, filtered through the leaves of the towering trees.
The forest hums. A mechanical whir is paired with the thud-thud-thuds of metal toes as the rabbits bounce through the overgrown grass, their smooth, silver bodies reflecting when it catches the sunlight.
Glass insects flit through the air. Some fast, others slow, some still shattering as they smash against the old concrete ruins. Rainbow shards litter the ground with every crash. Some are found in the nests...

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