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your words make me ache as far as a torch stretched between murky- blank pages do not wait to scrawl your truths until heavy resignation creeps over my head like a dark shawl do not wait -                          - I miss                          everything and nothing                          and (god                          **** it) the philosopher was right in assuming a search for completion leads only to a sort of frustrated compassionate silence,                                            so                                       tired of being tired of growing                                       weary with assumptions,                                       mad libs of the spirit, only                                       fill in the line with whatever                                       you dream might be,                 no let me know you, the real uncensored and true (I can love) you I feel like a child being spelled at to keep the F-I-L-I-B-U-S-T-E-R for adult ears only but even though I admit the fact                            - I know next to nothing my heart desperately wishes to know you, everything.
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Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
Moderately Sophisticated Plea
your words make me ache as far as a torch stretched between murky- blank pages do not wait to scrawl your truths until heavy resignation creeps over my head like a dark shawl do not wait -                          - I miss                          everything and nothing                          and (god                          **** it) the philosopher was right in assuming a search for completion leads only to a sort of frustrated compassionate silence,                                            so                                       tired of being tired of growing                                       weary with assumptions,                                       mad libs of the spirit, only                                       fill in the line with whatever                                       you dream might be,                 no let me know you, the real uncensored and true (I can love) you I feel like a child being spelled at to keep the F-I-L-I-B-U-S-T-E-R for adult ears only but even though I admit the fact                            - I know next to nothing my heart desperately wishes to know you, everything.
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27/M/American
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 10:13 PM UTC
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