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he was always wanting, waiting to take this walk with me back turned at the edge of the woods I called to him, said I was coming and when I arrived at his side our feet synced and tongues entwined in stride, aligned and winding along this colloidal ladder of a path inside vines climbing into curls we were so green verdant bloom mouthing heartbeats in synchronic lightstreams remember when we stepped into the clearing where treetops parted for the sky we both looked up, then laid down inside the other's mind neither push nor pull but stilled entranced by backlit rhythmic ribs arising and ebbing harmonic bathing in the shores of soul they dive deeper, you know... it didn't matter when the rains came because you stayed with me even though you bemoaned the falling wet charcoal I tousled your ashen hair and listened then I straddled you and spoke of rainbow spectrums visible only after the clouds cry and you you let me crawl inside your ear with whispers of black-lined blissings and in that instant the sky vibrantly bowed arcing prismatic across rays bestowing halos on us both imperfect beings perfectly seeing
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
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he was always wanting, waiting to take this walk with me back turned at the edge of the woods I called to him, said I was coming and when I arrived at his side our feet synced and tongues entwined in stride, aligned and winding along this colloidal ladder of a path inside vines climbing into curls we were so green verdant bloom mouthing heartbeats in synchronic lightstreams remember when we stepped into the clearing where treetops parted for the sky we both looked up, then laid down inside the other's mind neither push nor pull but stilled entranced by backlit rhythmic ribs arising and ebbing harmonic bathing in the shores of soul they dive deeper, you know... it didn't matter when the rains came because you stayed with me even though you bemoaned the falling wet charcoal I tousled your ashen hair and listened then I straddled you and spoke of rainbow spectrums visible only after the clouds cry and you you let me crawl inside your ear with whispers of black-lined blissings and in that instant the sky vibrantly bowed arcing prismatic across rays bestowing halos on us both imperfect beings perfectly seeing
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
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