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If my dream state was in charge of my awakened form I would contort and transition--from mouse to praying mantis to your eyelashes fanning out your dewy dropped ache Offering permission allowing all of your pain to taper trickle down to nose down to curved lip down to chin avalanching onto breast bone And what if I was a megaphone Or a confident white man in some overrated leadership position Or a scooped out couch cushion I would let you sit in the same spot for years I would stand at the podium and declare that I have never felt alone or insecure or flattened out or in yearning to trace the calic in your hair or a triangle of *** and feminism and woman Could you imagine if we were voyeuristic with our touch with our chaos with our close eyed kisses with our eye contact conversations The world would not be able to handle any of it at least our world.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Our world
If my dream state was in charge of my awakened form I would contort and transition--from mouse to praying mantis to your eyelashes fanning out your dewy dropped ache Offering permission allowing all of your pain to taper trickle down to nose down to curved lip down to chin avalanching onto breast bone And what if I was a megaphone Or a confident white man in some overrated leadership position Or a scooped out couch cushion I would let you sit in the same spot for years I would stand at the podium and declare that I have never felt alone or insecure or flattened out or in yearning to trace the calic in your hair or a triangle of *** and feminism and woman Could you imagine if we were voyeuristic with our touch with our chaos with our close eyed kisses with our eye contact conversations The world would not be able to handle any of it at least our world.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
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