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*I sleep at night for a tomorrow I could not dream would become reality within or without me it is and so I finally know that all is right and I am home before you and I we moved the earth and turned the tides for those who spoke and breathed both afflictions and lies through crooked teeth yet still they smiled at what they’d done, to heart left defiled but, we were not tamed we are still wild from the same spool the world spins these strands into a mess of a canvas yet symmetry stands divided by oceans separated by land exists all I have wanted all that was planned there is no “however”, there is only an “and” and... when I think of you I feel a word deep inside my flesh and bones that until now I could not describe using any language it could not be defined but it is a place in the rawest parts of us where we don’t have to hide this is where we are safe and our love resides and... we searched so long both low and high through the threads that tangle, twist, and tie for the light that seemed it could not shine in the fabric of our long lost lives and so we come to find with shaky hands and weary eyes that all along mine was yours and yours was mine*
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
From the Fondness and Fire of a Finch
*I sleep at night for a tomorrow I could not dream would become reality within or without me it is and so I finally know that all is right and I am home before you and I we moved the earth and turned the tides for those who spoke and breathed both afflictions and lies through crooked teeth yet still they smiled at what they’d done, to heart left defiled but, we were not tamed we are still wild from the same spool the world spins these strands into a mess of a canvas yet symmetry stands divided by oceans separated by land exists all I have wanted all that was planned there is no “however”, there is only an “and” and... when I think of you I feel a word deep inside my flesh and bones that until now I could not describe using any language it could not be defined but it is a place in the rawest parts of us where we don’t have to hide this is where we are safe and our love resides and... we searched so long both low and high through the threads that tangle, twist, and tie for the light that seemed it could not shine in the fabric of our long lost lives and so we come to find with shaky hands and weary eyes that all along mine was yours and yours was mine*
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
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