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Frowning through my tears of joy, I’m the kind of person who Glowers when happy - plays decoy, But I’ll always bleed for you. Kiss me – in the wind and rain. Touch me – I want to feel the strain. Hold me – I need to hear your heart beating. Warm me – in the cold and dark. Break me – into a million shards. Take me – I want all of you and nothing else. Something unbound, something awakened, Something made of revelations sweet, Something which we don’t have to hasten, Somewhere that I don’t have to fear, Something renowned - lost in translation, Something of an exploration sweet, Something without abnegation, Something born of deprivation’s heat, Something from our raw starvation, Something to give affirmation sweet, Something of pure intoxication, Something free of all complications prior, Something in my adoration, Something in your infiltration sweet, Something in our desperation, Something which dares not even one glance back, Something without hesitation. But so simple.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
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Frowning through my tears of joy, I’m the kind of person who Glowers when happy - plays decoy, But I’ll always bleed for you. Kiss me – in the wind and rain. Touch me – I want to feel the strain. Hold me – I need to hear your heart beating. Warm me – in the cold and dark. Break me – into a million shards. Take me – I want all of you and nothing else. Something unbound, something awakened, Something made of revelations sweet, Something which we don’t have to hasten, Somewhere that I don’t have to fear, Something renowned - lost in translation, Something of an exploration sweet, Something without abnegation, Something born of deprivation’s heat, Something from our raw starvation, Something to give affirmation sweet, Something of pure intoxication, Something free of all complications prior, Something in my adoration, Something in your infiltration sweet, Something in our desperation, Something which dares not even one glance back, Something without hesitation. But so simple.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:55 PM UTC
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