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Feb 2013
Explosions!
pure and simple,
I seriously can't handle her.

I've never fidgeted so much in my seat from a thought.
But thinking of her is like fist-fighting a bear.

the most exciting parts of life,
distilled into a swooping haircut
and a smile that swallows the sun.

I've never seen clear, nor heard sharp or smelled distinct,
but and so,
I know what feelings should or may be like
and I'll tell you,
my failing senses weigh this heart in at heavy and dense.

so much so to make my mouth clench and hold back the words.

Stop living at the edge of everything.
erich
Written by
erich  The Moosic Mountains
(The Moosic Mountains)   
932
   Elizabeth Paxton
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