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hurt so deep because it's so true she caught in two words what it's like to be two strangers on a ship where the cabins don't meet and the ship is of wood not glass like the sky vibrations shaking the tears out because the cabin walls are thick and you cannot kick a magic trick oh honesty how you hurt a man how you make him one by slapping back his crazy hand oh love how complicated how free oh you how perfect how true oh years how long and stretched you ate the truth than hid it in yourself. you spat it out like heavy pearl in my pleading mouth and I'm here in the kitchen having read your ******* text hoping I had the guts to make you cry wanting to kick you wanting to kiss you sinking noises. we need to address this but not like that not by hitting the strings and cutting them with our salt learning how to play the satisfying way without making sad the one you love because it's ******* not my fault for these cabin walls so don't cry explain with caution adress the situation she whispered "Sinking noises" and said goodnight. and I'm wondering if she's right but in the end we should help each other not find ways to hurt each other
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
sinking noises
hurt so deep because it's so true she caught in two words what it's like to be two strangers on a ship where the cabins don't meet and the ship is of wood not glass like the sky vibrations shaking the tears out because the cabin walls are thick and you cannot kick a magic trick oh honesty how you hurt a man how you make him one by slapping back his crazy hand oh love how complicated how free oh you how perfect how true oh years how long and stretched you ate the truth than hid it in yourself. you spat it out like heavy pearl in my pleading mouth and I'm here in the kitchen having read your ******* text hoping I had the guts to make you cry wanting to kick you wanting to kiss you sinking noises. we need to address this but not like that not by hitting the strings and cutting them with our salt learning how to play the satisfying way without making sad the one you love because it's ******* not my fault for these cabin walls so don't cry explain with caution adress the situation she whispered "Sinking noises" and said goodnight. and I'm wondering if she's right but in the end we should help each other not find ways to hurt each other
faint hint of truth, it already hurts like childbirth
henrybrooke
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
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