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I cry at the simplest things what is it that moves you my soul has too long been tethered to a never-ending battle what is it that moves you do birds feel the weight of the world when they are taking off? do they feel it being lifted when they are soaring? how long have you wanted to soar? my whole life don't look at me like that it intimidates me i stay transfixed can't move she throws stones he looks at me she takes a break he takes over sit. listen. i do as i'm told. she comes back. my teddy bear. my darling. my dear. she comes back. my hands are out of order my thighs quiver but they know nothing more than longing. she comes back. she stares. she gazes. quick quick put on a show quit it quick quitter quaking in fear ffffffffffurrowing her brow show me tender carry me slowly softly over the threshold one, two, nineteen. counting for too long is maddening but he stays calm and focused on his goal no interruptions no interferences she gets emotional he pushes down his ******* he looks at me she looks at me there is an understanding there is chaos there is peace
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
a peaceful chaos
I cry at the simplest things what is it that moves you my soul has too long been tethered to a never-ending battle what is it that moves you do birds feel the weight of the world when they are taking off? do they feel it being lifted when they are soaring? how long have you wanted to soar? my whole life don't look at me like that it intimidates me i stay transfixed can't move she throws stones he looks at me she takes a break he takes over sit. listen. i do as i'm told. she comes back. my teddy bear. my darling. my dear. she comes back. my hands are out of order my thighs quiver but they know nothing more than longing. she comes back. she stares. she gazes. quick quick put on a show quit it quick quitter quaking in fear ffffffffffurrowing her brow show me tender carry me slowly softly over the threshold one, two, nineteen. counting for too long is maddening but he stays calm and focused on his goal no interruptions no interferences she gets emotional he pushes down his ******* he looks at me she looks at me there is an understanding there is chaos there is peace
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC
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