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long days end soft i quietly fold your smirks and raunchy laughter into a neat pile slid under the doorframe legs crossed in a warm room is it denial or just a sense of security? i listen to the cars pass and for once i try not to think about whether you also sit quietly in your blanket of personality i cannot prevent the lingering hope that you are my sweet inversion oppositely compatible puzzle pieces, torn apart yet i sit here, perhaps my own inversion enough to complete all of the equations necessary with nothing but my own racing mind and beating heart so i decide not to think of you and enjoy a moment of pause in the soft glow of what isn't immediately apparent
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
sweet inversion
long days end soft i quietly fold your smirks and raunchy laughter into a neat pile slid under the doorframe legs crossed in a warm room is it denial or just a sense of security? i listen to the cars pass and for once i try not to think about whether you also sit quietly in your blanket of personality i cannot prevent the lingering hope that you are my sweet inversion oppositely compatible puzzle pieces, torn apart yet i sit here, perhaps my own inversion enough to complete all of the equations necessary with nothing but my own racing mind and beating heart so i decide not to think of you and enjoy a moment of pause in the soft glow of what isn't immediately apparent
hadley-beth
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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