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You breathe, then I. Every crack in the pavement Is a chasm dividing myself From the loveless life I Cherished. Facebook relationship status It's uncomplicated. It still is, but the butterflies in My stomach have Butterflies in theirs, and I Carry flowers like a grave Hiding the remains of my Plans to see the year through as A single man. You breathe, then I. You touch my face, then I Yours. My hands hold your scents For hours. You breathe. I breathe. You sleep, then I. Eyes like two suns I stare Directly into without blinking. A TV I sit too close to while Watching myself fall and fall and Fall. I drop to the ground. Then you, And my arms are jungles, my arms Are oceans, my arms are a Bed or a bouncing castle beneath You. We don't fall in love. We fly.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
Selective Samadhi
You breathe, then I. Every crack in the pavement Is a chasm dividing myself From the loveless life I Cherished. Facebook relationship status It's uncomplicated. It still is, but the butterflies in My stomach have Butterflies in theirs, and I Carry flowers like a grave Hiding the remains of my Plans to see the year through as A single man. You breathe, then I. You touch my face, then I Yours. My hands hold your scents For hours. You breathe. I breathe. You sleep, then I. Eyes like two suns I stare Directly into without blinking. A TV I sit too close to while Watching myself fall and fall and Fall. I drop to the ground. Then you, And my arms are jungles, my arms Are oceans, my arms are a Bed or a bouncing castle beneath You. We don't fall in love. We fly.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
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