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he made me stand still that was THE thing not adrift on passé or futuristic projectings not jumping rope on hyped-up think strings all of me paused to feel all of him every inner switch flicked on forever KC lights streaming yepyepyep wired spinefire warming its way to burst through skin invisible firecrackers jumpstarting the air revolt from suffocating we were whereverthefuck together (+ think we dropped pins in) all molecules at ATTN his lip blueprints existing eternal in my synaptic tracks beyond the say breathes the evermore of listen eardrum heartstrum empathic rhythm his brainfire ringing my threshold doorbells syntactic turrets spitting direct hits beyond ramparts into unshuttered windows bizarro blurbs wrap me uppers 10,000 suction cup tentacles asphyxiating the cloak of me skinning and bonding me to particles of matterthings self-conscious and judgment marked absent we resounded here! but no hands in the air to Be seen sensory nonsense pitterpatters into where All is found lost to hallowed delights except for the realies don't ******** that **** it's my cryptonite
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
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he made me stand still that was THE thing not adrift on passé or futuristic projectings not jumping rope on hyped-up think strings all of me paused to feel all of him every inner switch flicked on forever KC lights streaming yepyepyep wired spinefire warming its way to burst through skin invisible firecrackers jumpstarting the air revolt from suffocating we were whereverthefuck together (+ think we dropped pins in) all molecules at ATTN his lip blueprints existing eternal in my synaptic tracks beyond the say breathes the evermore of listen eardrum heartstrum empathic rhythm his brainfire ringing my threshold doorbells syntactic turrets spitting direct hits beyond ramparts into unshuttered windows bizarro blurbs wrap me uppers 10,000 suction cup tentacles asphyxiating the cloak of me skinning and bonding me to particles of matterthings self-conscious and judgment marked absent we resounded here! but no hands in the air to Be seen sensory nonsense pitterpatters into where All is found lost to hallowed delights except for the realies don't ******** that **** it's my cryptonite
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 5:50 PM UTC
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