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It reminded me of the way you talk Repetitive. A perfection of revolutions. Telling me of things already known. I tasted the ignorance on your lips. Fill me up with your everything. Your breath. The wind. Stale air. I don’t feel cool. You’re pushing air in circles. Chopping up all the times I asked for forgiveness. Forgive me. Until this moment. Please give me a breeze of all the moments you have watched me act ungodly.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
The ceiling fan
It reminded me of the way you talk Repetitive. A perfection of revolutions. Telling me of things already known. I tasted the ignorance on your lips. Fill me up with your everything. Your breath. The wind. Stale air. I don’t feel cool. You’re pushing air in circles. Chopping up all the times I asked for forgiveness. Forgive me. Until this moment. Please give me a breeze of all the moments you have watched me act ungodly.
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
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