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Small time we spent, I wanted more. From your voice that lures me towards you, to kindness I adored. All coming from the beauty that holds everything capsule. I wanted to forget with no avail. Such a frail body, but all of it is special, all I adore.So far away, I wish I can move on, but travel means nothing to the heart, for it doesn't care. Tormenting me with your perfection, thinking I will never get as close to you as I was, Like the flower, time was needed to bloom. Time we didn't have. The passing wave is surely coming. Slowly towards the thoughts I have. Time is still needed, but with little time left until the wave hits land. Will I be able to breathe, able to think? To the one I call pure, you are a poison to me. I grow weary of my thoughts never changing course. Do you know? Do you care? I wouldn't know. From the time we met, I couldn't think of others the same as you. Different you may seem, but for how much. Pure because of difference. Little I still know, but with the few I do, I am entangled by your face, your body, your mind. I want to know more, but doubt more will come. Here I stand, someone you barely know. But just know what one small time means.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
The One I call Pure: Part I
Small time we spent, I wanted more. From your voice that lures me towards you, to kindness I adored. All coming from the beauty that holds everything capsule. I wanted to forget with no avail. Such a frail body, but all of it is special, all I adore.So far away, I wish I can move on, but travel means nothing to the heart, for it doesn't care. Tormenting me with your perfection, thinking I will never get as close to you as I was, Like the flower, time was needed to bloom. Time we didn't have. The passing wave is surely coming. Slowly towards the thoughts I have. Time is still needed, but with little time left until the wave hits land. Will I be able to breathe, able to think? To the one I call pure, you are a poison to me. I grow weary of my thoughts never changing course. Do you know? Do you care? I wouldn't know. From the time we met, I couldn't think of others the same as you. Different you may seem, but for how much. Pure because of difference. Little I still know, but with the few I do, I am entangled by your face, your body, your mind. I want to know more, but doubt more will come. Here I stand, someone you barely know. But just know what one small time means.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
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