~Airplane Mode~

You are in my pocket lying right next to my warm body, your face resting against my hip as my phone rings a dropped signal. We communicate in a trio of clouds above mountain ranges, our words aloft in a whirlwind of natural frequencies. The Appalachians, the Smokies, the Rockies, create an electrified, rarefied atmosphere

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~To Write~

Only words can let you know, Your poetry and your prose, Your fears and your dreams, Your fingers throb, your unsung screams. ©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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~To Write~

Only words can let you know, Your poetry and your prose, Your fears and your dreams, Your fingers throb, your unsung screams. ©~Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

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