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For once, maybe I could feel it straight down into my thighs grounding my feet to the stairs with the palm of his pupils I will skirt around the issue because I've been here before in front of the door waiting for someone to leave go home laugh and play it off like trust wasn't as big of a deal as it was but then there it was, living between my heart and a hard place a rawness subdued and a sourness to be dulcified oh wait you were serious? telling me to slow down in less words than there are in a look, in two eyes speaking calms I've never before seen
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
Stairwell Promise.
For once, maybe I could feel it straight down into my thighs grounding my feet to the stairs with the palm of his pupils I will skirt around the issue because I've been here before in front of the door waiting for someone to leave go home laugh and play it off like trust wasn't as big of a deal as it was but then there it was, living between my heart and a hard place a rawness subdued and a sourness to be dulcified oh wait you were serious? telling me to slow down in less words than there are in a look, in two eyes speaking calms I've never before seen
(c) Brooke Otto
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
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