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Sep 2015
Now that you're here,
No muscles can be properly exercised.
The tendons and ligaments don't
work like that used to.
I am a ball of everything
ready to explode
when my sodium
touches your water.
Now that you're here.

Now that you're here,
Every five seconds of my day
are devoted to one hand on
my shoulder and the other hand
reaching for Van Gogh's love.
Straight over my head
the veins; those impossible thoughts
tingling at the seems aching
to escape.
Only to fall back into me and wait five more
Seconds.
Now that you're here
Poeticatheist
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Poeticatheist  Durham, North Carolina
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