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Mar 2020
he wants something to hold onto,
an anchor to ground,
hips to grasp.
maybe hold onto my willingness to embrace your god-hood,
or my grip
onto ways in which
you exist...
-
im obsessed with you physically;
spiritually im in-tune.
mentally,
im attached emotionally.
every part of you captures my awareness,
not just the half of it.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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