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On the outer carapace of it,      all seems ok I am held together by single dry thre                         a ds like wire and strips of sinews they keep me tightly-wrapped, a package of molten powders secret dynamite waiting to     e x p l o d e  in exotic ticks       of clockwork but one scratch beneath the surface reveals my inner truth: How I wish, by those whorled and spiraled powers above, for the gently fluted forces of my being to be parted like sacred seawater with my psyche    f l o a t i n g just beyond the zing of        my brain, no rational            understanding required yes. I long to be ever-slowly            unraveled, layer by layer cell by cell until all that is left are the platelets pulsating between this heart            and yours each beat betraying an acute intensity of how I felt it,       this tender electricity that crackled         through and                  between             our bones           from the         very       beginning of     our quiet blaze our pinnacle our quirky metallic      textures our breath mingling over airwaves          in heated                  fluidity    hotly drenched in the iridescent   dust of our      star-marked                      time
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
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On the outer carapace of it,      all seems ok I am held together by single dry thre                         a ds like wire and strips of sinews they keep me tightly-wrapped, a package of molten powders secret dynamite waiting to     e x p l o d e  in exotic ticks       of clockwork but one scratch beneath the surface reveals my inner truth: How I wish, by those whorled and spiraled powers above, for the gently fluted forces of my being to be parted like sacred seawater with my psyche    f l o a t i n g just beyond the zing of        my brain, no rational            understanding required yes. I long to be ever-slowly            unraveled, layer by layer cell by cell until all that is left are the platelets pulsating between this heart            and yours each beat betraying an acute intensity of how I felt it,       this tender electricity that crackled         through and                  between             our bones           from the         very       beginning of     our quiet blaze our pinnacle our quirky metallic      textures our breath mingling over airwaves          in heated                  fluidity    hotly drenched in the iridescent   dust of our      star-marked                      time
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
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