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For Every Reaction There is Something More to be Desired
It took an apple to the head for Newton to realize he was being held down.
But me? No fallen fruit as knocked me to my senses.
Every word spoken seems to condense in between the rigid, chilled air between us and float off above my head looking for ears that will welcome them home.
Even on the most frictionless days nothing seems to pass by smoothly.
But darling, I guess there is more than just the laws of physics that leave our feat tied to the ground
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