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i yearn to know what you are thinking. i can sense some of you but it isn’t enough anymore i like the way your knuckles and palms expand and contract when you speak the way your eyes grow when you ask me something the way you run your fingers through your hair before you tell a story i want to know more of you... yet i can’t help but wonder how close should i allow myself? something about you pulls me in you are the moon i am the ocean a force, undeniable powerful magnetic hypnotic my body and mind have collapsed into you and i need your authentic, organic, uninhibited thoughts the unknown entices me and simultaneously freezes me in my tracks.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
the moon
i yearn to know what you are thinking. i can sense some of you but it isn’t enough anymore i like the way your knuckles and palms expand and contract when you speak the way your eyes grow when you ask me something the way you run your fingers through your hair before you tell a story i want to know more of you... yet i can’t help but wonder how close should i allow myself? something about you pulls me in you are the moon i am the ocean a force, undeniable powerful magnetic hypnotic my body and mind have collapsed into you and i need your authentic, organic, uninhibited thoughts the unknown entices me and simultaneously freezes me in my tracks.
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Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC
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