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You are all round corners. There are no harsh edges to speak of. You are the deepest, clearest blue sky with no end to be found Only continued softness that pushes back at me like a pulse. All of your obscure lines and contours beg to be touched because of their rarity. I beg to touch them.
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May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
running circles
You are all round corners. There are no harsh edges to speak of. You are the deepest, clearest blue sky with no end to be found Only continued softness that pushes back at me like a pulse. All of your obscure lines and contours beg to be touched because of their rarity. I beg to touch them.
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k-mitchell
American
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
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