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Though you are not near,                              I feel you in the walls, I never noticed the ripples, the effigy of your features peering underneath the veil of silhouettes, that contort to the yearning of you. I push my palm against the wall, and sense a migration of tangibility as though you were                                   intrusive on this world. but poignant features I read like brail. I slumber nights on the cold floor, eyes eclipsing the days. But I gaze at you, never seeing but I know your                                          beneath my skin with your gaze. I see only ripples of my yearning, I hit out at the wall that keeps you from me and it bleeds. My heart descends into oblivion knowing your within my reach, I want to contort this paper into                            origami effigies of you. But I will wait till my draping's are tattered to feel you upon my paper skin flesh. Write upon me your yearning, I recline on the walls of his memory waiting for it to sense my thirst...                                  drowning in silence. But as I fade into the grasps of a shallow grave, I feel you upon my flesh pulling me within and we are one, I'm just bones behind a wall of memories.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
Whispers Within Quiet Walls
Though you are not near,                              I feel you in the walls, I never noticed the ripples, the effigy of your features peering underneath the veil of silhouettes, that contort to the yearning of you. I push my palm against the wall, and sense a migration of tangibility as though you were                                   intrusive on this world. but poignant features I read like brail. I slumber nights on the cold floor, eyes eclipsing the days. But I gaze at you, never seeing but I know your                                          beneath my skin with your gaze. I see only ripples of my yearning, I hit out at the wall that keeps you from me and it bleeds. My heart descends into oblivion knowing your within my reach, I want to contort this paper into                            origami effigies of you. But I will wait till my draping's are tattered to feel you upon my paper skin flesh. Write upon me your yearning, I recline on the walls of his memory waiting for it to sense my thirst...                                  drowning in silence. But as I fade into the grasps of a shallow grave, I feel you upon my flesh pulling me within and we are one, I'm just bones behind a wall of memories.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
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