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Jul 2013
**** this
**** that , **** it all , i am eloquent when i speak and when i write so why is profanity rude?
tell me , if i was a guy would this be different ? am i meant to stick to some code , of rules that dictate how i share myself ? how i share my words or my body or my mind or my soul or what , is it because i'm young? or is it because you think i'm trying to ****** you? did i write this peace for you? primarily , i wrote this peace for me , for me ages 7, 6 , 5 , 14, 16 , 67 , 56 , 43 , 23 , 22 , 89, 900, 10

the girl who grew into a woman not knowing a father , having to be her own , and from experience how hard that is , how alone you become , how closed i became , i become let me tell you , this is it :

I am my own , i trust , in myself enough to be able to make choices about who and what i want to ****

because , to me , it's not just a ****, or not just a kiss, or not just a lip synching , heart racing moment of pure unadulterated bliss because if i touch you like that , it means that this is some form of love , ****** attraction is energetic and why define the love that is bolder than the stars , why hide it?

i don't mean to be crude but it's true , i've ***** footed around the topic,
but this is the father i saw ,

and maybe i'm not so eloquent when it comes to feelings but let's be frank ,
nothing compares to the electric field created when we touch

we touch in the rips in space and the rips in time and rips in all the words that don't rhyme , the misses , the hits , the highs , the lows , the missing link , the found , the soft inside the hard and the lost inside the found - i can feel you , the wounded healer

undone

unsure how to heal own wounds , a wounded healer on the run , until eternity's sunset rises

fatherless , our collective society took on this crucial role but counter balanced by a mother who knows her stuff and is loving but tough and clear but clean and who showed me hurt so i needn't be hurt so much , yeah ,

that combination along with the cultural deluge in my veins
it ain't vain to take care of the emotional realm - sort through **** so one may move on ,

and yeah change takes time so peace , peace until the liner merges with the rest , patient child,

not everyone can feel like you do , it's too much sometimes
you'll be fine , just breathe and do what you want to , you can't go wrong your heart is too strong

rest easy , you've done nothing wrong , it's all on the way
shhh , sleep now , sleep and when you wake the world will still be here , bright to greet you again , the love doesn't have to end - and when the time comes he won't let you go , watch for the look
it's in the body but manifests as

a wink
Credits to Harlon Rivers for the lines "the soft inside the hard and the lost inside the found" - Thankyou :3
Fah
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