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listening to the clacking rounds of traffic skipping beats...bridging storms overhead. watching her water below, break a tide. we're flowing together, she's never the same--as i am not. we both know when to leave each other be, and when not. a wind falls and spreads her many faces today--and i keep mine as straight as death. we keep at our reasons, till we spit them out. she's unsheathing a shimmering sword across the Manhatten/Bronx skyline... and she's telling me it's a **** good fight. i lower my head, and make intermittent eye contact with a respect that bears the brunt of being Mothered~ i spend more and more time at her feet... because she courses no return.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Whitestone Bridge
listening to the clacking rounds of traffic skipping beats...bridging storms overhead. watching her water below, break a tide. we're flowing together, she's never the same--as i am not. we both know when to leave each other be, and when not. a wind falls and spreads her many faces today--and i keep mine as straight as death. we keep at our reasons, till we spit them out. she's unsheathing a shimmering sword across the Manhatten/Bronx skyline... and she's telling me it's a **** good fight. i lower my head, and make intermittent eye contact with a respect that bears the brunt of being Mothered~ i spend more and more time at her feet... because she courses no return.
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
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