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She was an echo masquerading as a shadow and she followed me just the same. The night and its moon were her favor while — Hubert Martin
...4-5-6: when time escapes the day in its most beautiful way. She starves for that beauty, she longs to quench her limi — Hubert Martin
What do you do when your words aren't enough? What do you do when your actions have no effect? What do you do when all t — Hubert Martin
She was a mimicry of a facade fashioned from the half-truths of her life. She was a beautiful abomination, patched toget — Hubert Martin
Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between. — Hubert Martin
If I tear the sun from the sky and bring all the stars cascading down, would that line of your lips curve to a smile or — Hubert Martin
And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be — Hubert Martin
I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep — Hubert Martin
She was starmetal bones with kaleidoscope eyes. A cracked framework of unique beauty, a patchwork portrait filled with s — Hubert Martin
She's an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I'm just a man, trying to hold himself together in — Hubert Martin
The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter. — Hubert Martin
I gave her the world, the moon, the sun, the stars, the planets... I gave her my breath, my voice, my sight, my life... — Hubert Martin
It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every sta — Hubert Martin
Stop the bleeding! Gauze the wound!" And his voice became much softer, "Those are the words... I've yet to write." He di — Hubert Martin
Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction. — Hubert Martin
She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every brea — Hubert Martin
With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would — Hubert Martin
He was a musician of the best nature, with guitar string fingertips and soft flute lips that could tighten in a trumpet' — Hubert Martin
He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, — Hubert Martin
She had the blood of the sun running through her veins and the dust of stars at her fingertips. Her every breath birthed — Hubert Martin