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it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy the fantasy is always deep repeatedly warm, protective against the open room it keeps me together, even when you don't you don't always see when I hide in the pillows, I promise to stay I regularly wonder, would you do the same the same rocks pour from your mouth a bitter shot of memory and hard places I swear once I caught a glimpse of the better you the better you exists in my hands when I run them through your hair nuzzle down.down.down.downright hard to get up again up again at the crack of dawn I know you work hard for your bills just remember the cup won't lie won't lie? I wouldn't say that, have you ever... strangely I trust you, even when it seems I shouldn't I shouldn't doubt your hand in mine yet it's much too disappointing when I reach for some assurance and you fall short fall short of the finish line and nothing really happens, you just go home of course you gave it your best shot best shot, neat knot, limp plot barely caught, never taught, simply thought surely ought, fully wrought, sadly got dizzy *** dizzy *** I will one day know how to stand up to you and what it is and what it isn't it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
the fantasy
it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy the fantasy is always deep repeatedly warm, protective against the open room it keeps me together, even when you don't you don't always see when I hide in the pillows, I promise to stay I regularly wonder, would you do the same the same rocks pour from your mouth a bitter shot of memory and hard places I swear once I caught a glimpse of the better you the better you exists in my hands when I run them through your hair nuzzle down.down.down.downright hard to get up again up again at the crack of dawn I know you work hard for your bills just remember the cup won't lie won't lie? I wouldn't say that, have you ever... strangely I trust you, even when it seems I shouldn't I shouldn't doubt your hand in mine yet it's much too disappointing when I reach for some assurance and you fall short fall short of the finish line and nothing really happens, you just go home of course you gave it your best shot best shot, neat knot, limp plot barely caught, never taught, simply thought surely ought, fully wrought, sadly got dizzy *** dizzy *** I will one day know how to stand up to you and what it is and what it isn't it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy
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megan-hundley
25/F/American
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
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