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I spent so much purpose determined, without knowing perhaps instinctive surely stubborn but not blind Being the center because I could bring direction to the spin for a while But then my time had passed or so I thought when I felt the ground dissolving without forewarning turning solid into nothing and knowing into uncertainty leaving me an empty shell or so I thought until I learned that my time had actually come but I was unprepared I reached out for you too late without forewarning in ways unrecognizable to you and hopelessly misguided by me but you looked away because of who I had become and who you wanted to be after all you saw of me And yet you stayed near but not close present but not here just out of reach by either one So now I struggle determined, and well knowing against my nature surely stubborn but not blind I feel the warmth of your fingertips and soon I'll grasp your hands if you keep mine in yours I will find some way to make these battered legs take me to you
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
learning to walk
I spent so much purpose determined, without knowing perhaps instinctive surely stubborn but not blind Being the center because I could bring direction to the spin for a while But then my time had passed or so I thought when I felt the ground dissolving without forewarning turning solid into nothing and knowing into uncertainty leaving me an empty shell or so I thought until I learned that my time had actually come but I was unprepared I reached out for you too late without forewarning in ways unrecognizable to you and hopelessly misguided by me but you looked away because of who I had become and who you wanted to be after all you saw of me And yet you stayed near but not close present but not here just out of reach by either one So now I struggle determined, and well knowing against my nature surely stubborn but not blind I feel the warmth of your fingertips and soon I'll grasp your hands if you keep mine in yours I will find some way to make these battered legs take me to you
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Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:56 PM UTC
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