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i swear that rain, tasted sweet from that sky, as if kissed by the sun, spun like cotton candy, to melt on my tongue. i swear the wind, speaks more than silence, the calls of the distance, echo in its grasp. i swear that smile, seemed to stretch further then, across your face, when in my vicinity. i swear the chill, of winter, common, burns now like icy toothpicks, on skin. i swear that grasp, tight, never fleeting, felt impenetrable, a barricade to outside blows, i swear the pain, overfills the brim of comfort, leaving one lost, maps, compass in hand. i swear that second, of breath, in sync, heartbeats, identical, fingers, interlocked, mouths, pressed together with perfect pressure, ticked slower than time could allow. i swear these hours, of moments, recalled, eyesight, scattered showers, breath, short bursts, concentration, struggling to find continuity, time's course runs slow, just as before. but i swear that rain tasted sweet from that sky as if kissed by the sun spun like cotton candy to melt on my tongue
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
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i swear that rain, tasted sweet from that sky, as if kissed by the sun, spun like cotton candy, to melt on my tongue. i swear the wind, speaks more than silence, the calls of the distance, echo in its grasp. i swear that smile, seemed to stretch further then, across your face, when in my vicinity. i swear the chill, of winter, common, burns now like icy toothpicks, on skin. i swear that grasp, tight, never fleeting, felt impenetrable, a barricade to outside blows, i swear the pain, overfills the brim of comfort, leaving one lost, maps, compass in hand. i swear that second, of breath, in sync, heartbeats, identical, fingers, interlocked, mouths, pressed together with perfect pressure, ticked slower than time could allow. i swear these hours, of moments, recalled, eyesight, scattered showers, breath, short bursts, concentration, struggling to find continuity, time's course runs slow, just as before. but i swear that rain tasted sweet from that sky as if kissed by the sun spun like cotton candy to melt on my tongue
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shawn
Canadian
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
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