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I watched you spiraling like falling confetti, resisting hitting the ground in a chaotic dance, the bats of origami I'm not sure if you know this, or if I've ever said it- and I'm honestly not sure what you know, but after the party when the candles all burnt out and you were sweating out the belief you're not enough, I was sitting in a rickety-old-fold-up-chair tapping my foot, thinking of telling you that you are enough, you're celebratory confetti, a thousand sprinkles of abstract shapes hard edges inexplainable indescribable unrepairable and after every show, every party, after every means of celebration where the balloons might be released and where the blow horns might sound, I want it all to be with you, we can't conquer the world, but we'll sure as hell confetti the ground.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
After the Party.
I watched you spiraling like falling confetti, resisting hitting the ground in a chaotic dance, the bats of origami I'm not sure if you know this, or if I've ever said it- and I'm honestly not sure what you know, but after the party when the candles all burnt out and you were sweating out the belief you're not enough, I was sitting in a rickety-old-fold-up-chair tapping my foot, thinking of telling you that you are enough, you're celebratory confetti, a thousand sprinkles of abstract shapes hard edges inexplainable indescribable unrepairable and after every show, every party, after every means of celebration where the balloons might be released and where the blow horns might sound, I want it all to be with you, we can't conquer the world, but we'll sure as hell confetti the ground.
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sarah-or-something
F/American
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
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