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Sensual pleasures I am restricted by words Asking to be noticed Begging to be heard A push from the air So you feel its constant hug So often we brace a shoulder To avoid the wind's tug Motion to falsify life Implying breath without lungs Moving whip of the dead That slapped til it stung
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
Wind
Sensual pleasures I am restricted by words Asking to be noticed Begging to be heard A push from the air So you feel its constant hug So often we brace a shoulder To avoid the wind's tug Motion to falsify life Implying breath without lungs Moving whip of the dead That slapped til it stung
sarahj
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
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