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A rhythm overflows the grief moment by moment rocking melodiously words humming like velvet soft like the rain on a spring day soothing her head surrounding her wandering mind dissolving slowly like salt on her learned tongue round twists and turns creamy moving effortlessly through bendable tubes soaking into new found places squeezing harder non lasciar andare smarting palm against gripping- breath heavy, warm and moist gasp in cracked tones from far within long, long, long pressing, constricting slippery and close lips move slowly along open ears touch gently fall subtly closer still, yet again eyes open, flutter quickly passing over adoring breath and wet lips along the way loosened grip squeeze once more giusto per essere sicuri flashing teeth in sure smile understanding dimple fingers flow and stop to rest eyes flicker to dancing pupils stars swirling open and see colors playing in the dark curl around feet and legs tight and tired collapse and laced comfortably forever.
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
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A rhythm overflows the grief moment by moment rocking melodiously words humming like velvet soft like the rain on a spring day soothing her head surrounding her wandering mind dissolving slowly like salt on her learned tongue round twists and turns creamy moving effortlessly through bendable tubes soaking into new found places squeezing harder non lasciar andare smarting palm against gripping- breath heavy, warm and moist gasp in cracked tones from far within long, long, long pressing, constricting slippery and close lips move slowly along open ears touch gently fall subtly closer still, yet again eyes open, flutter quickly passing over adoring breath and wet lips along the way loosened grip squeeze once more giusto per essere sicuri flashing teeth in sure smile understanding dimple fingers flow and stop to rest eyes flicker to dancing pupils stars swirling open and see colors playing in the dark curl around feet and legs tight and tired collapse and laced comfortably forever.
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 8:47 PM UTC
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