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it's real easy to feel like we've done it all wrong phenomenal fuckyes then phantasmagoric fear ragers perpetual pity ******* blood middle knuckle crush regretful bets hedged hunched frozen tongues and pointy unsaids but sometimes with mind wide-eyed and heart roots writhing I've seen it way differently a vantage point where pushpull face-plants are winning lotto tickets because maybe we were kindling of yes unable to keep it burning yet and we would have fumbled it far beyond repair I'm fairly certain our heartfelt invites to instant cohabitation would have ended painfully badly traumas tripping over hair triggers in a 3-legged race two smoking pistols and four red feet even Hello seems too intense to mouth and from this particular perspective I can see how every decision made in fear led to whinging karmarang tied with two strings I daresay one day we might look back with a smile that it went down this way because the initial who were not strong enough to shoulder the immensity nor surrendered enough to float the fragility of newborn carbon gossamer whorl in fact I push all my chips toward that maybe there is fortune in false starts we make plans but I bet The One has better ones so I'm pretty sure we should sit down and listen for that breeze to whisper
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
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it's real easy to feel like we've done it all wrong phenomenal fuckyes then phantasmagoric fear ragers perpetual pity ******* blood middle knuckle crush regretful bets hedged hunched frozen tongues and pointy unsaids but sometimes with mind wide-eyed and heart roots writhing I've seen it way differently a vantage point where pushpull face-plants are winning lotto tickets because maybe we were kindling of yes unable to keep it burning yet and we would have fumbled it far beyond repair I'm fairly certain our heartfelt invites to instant cohabitation would have ended painfully badly traumas tripping over hair triggers in a 3-legged race two smoking pistols and four red feet even Hello seems too intense to mouth and from this particular perspective I can see how every decision made in fear led to whinging karmarang tied with two strings I daresay one day we might look back with a smile that it went down this way because the initial who were not strong enough to shoulder the immensity nor surrendered enough to float the fragility of newborn carbon gossamer whorl in fact I push all my chips toward that maybe there is fortune in false starts we make plans but I bet The One has better ones so I'm pretty sure we should sit down and listen for that breeze to whisper
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