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Ought once,.. Nine times, wasting nine lives in the process of falling through satin space to feel a wimb of womb in you, you said. I erred, quite more than thrice, to vice, one being my vice round you. Now, pulled apart, I lay, plastic gripping sea foam, rocking in waiting for this vice I have on you to end so galely. Alcohol depraved, sweating nights, are the only lethal comparison I feel I have having to, just, let, go, of you. I know I can be a tide, a quake, a storm, a snake, but that doesn't mean that I don't cherish you. Love you... (I) Dream of a future, one where we could nurture more dreams that would ensue. I know you're not perfect, and everytime I ****** up, you gave me arms I craved, and gave me the clarity you knew I deserved because you showed me that we were worth it... You don't deserve someone's best, by getting their worst. Their worst should be monuments above the worst of the worse, and what's worse is I get that know now.. not then, and only now do I wish now, then, and then, now.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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Ought once,.. Nine times, wasting nine lives in the process of falling through satin space to feel a wimb of womb in you, you said. I erred, quite more than thrice, to vice, one being my vice round you. Now, pulled apart, I lay, plastic gripping sea foam, rocking in waiting for this vice I have on you to end so galely. Alcohol depraved, sweating nights, are the only lethal comparison I feel I have having to, just, let, go, of you. I know I can be a tide, a quake, a storm, a snake, but that doesn't mean that I don't cherish you. Love you... (I) Dream of a future, one where we could nurture more dreams that would ensue. I know you're not perfect, and everytime I ****** up, you gave me arms I craved, and gave me the clarity you knew I deserved because you showed me that we were worth it... You don't deserve someone's best, by getting their worst. Their worst should be monuments above the worst of the worse, and what's worse is I get that know now.. not then, and only now do I wish now, then, and then, now.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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