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As if I only have that much time to type a lifetime's worth of beauty. Or it may have only been that seven minutes of memory. Seven minutes to scream out the glory of a first kiss, and the shuddering surrender of an ****** sweat and fire and ecstasy. They told me, when I was young, that I had to find my love and let it **** me. Seven minutes of music the world rolled back and Samsara a mere smile in the lamplight, just another of the gods' company. I've found many loves, and their knives tearing holes and their beauty a weapon and their innocence a torch and their hatred a drug and their pain abhorrent and their abandonment a sin and their touch heretical and their eyes of jewels and their words made of bullets and their hope a sad Gypsy theirs tears a lonely guitar striking chords in me and God forgive how good they feel. I am undone, overthrown, emaciated, torn out, weary, overcome, eviscerated, redeemed, hallowed, sanctified, all of this and more. I love you. I have yet to die.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
Seven Minutes
As if I only have that much time to type a lifetime's worth of beauty. Or it may have only been that seven minutes of memory. Seven minutes to scream out the glory of a first kiss, and the shuddering surrender of an ****** sweat and fire and ecstasy. They told me, when I was young, that I had to find my love and let it **** me. Seven minutes of music the world rolled back and Samsara a mere smile in the lamplight, just another of the gods' company. I've found many loves, and their knives tearing holes and their beauty a weapon and their innocence a torch and their hatred a drug and their pain abhorrent and their abandonment a sin and their touch heretical and their eyes of jewels and their words made of bullets and their hope a sad Gypsy theirs tears a lonely guitar striking chords in me and God forgive how good they feel. I am undone, overthrown, emaciated, torn out, weary, overcome, eviscerated, redeemed, hallowed, sanctified, all of this and more. I love you. I have yet to die.
jon-daniel-shierling
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jon-daniel-shierling
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
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