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I don’t want a sunbeam give that to Jesus. Don’t bother me with purity, don’t let me make shadows out of you. I don’t want a butterfly batting along on the wind. The wind of my word, on the gale of my opinion. I don’t want a pearl, something that needs to be made. Made from gritty sand, held close, and pressurised round and edgeless. I don’t want a rose called what I want it to be, cut where I want it to be, on my lapel, for when it makes me look best. I don’t want conversations like schizophrenia. If you want me to be able to explain you in four lines, I don’t want you.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Mirror Kissing
I don’t want a sunbeam give that to Jesus. Don’t bother me with purity, don’t let me make shadows out of you. I don’t want a butterfly batting along on the wind. The wind of my word, on the gale of my opinion. I don’t want a pearl, something that needs to be made. Made from gritty sand, held close, and pressurised round and edgeless. I don’t want a rose called what I want it to be, cut where I want it to be, on my lapel, for when it makes me look best. I don’t want conversations like schizophrenia. If you want me to be able to explain you in four lines, I don’t want you.
Sometimes when dating, girls seem to be reluctant to have their own opinions, as if you may like them less if they are counter to yours.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
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