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a surprise packed into a pack of royals held knightly between two long fingers, funny how we both picked up the habit when the bottom dropped out. but he's always been balanced even, even used to find rhythms tapped nightly into the back of my held hand i still feel the pulse like it could still be springtime like he might still smile at the thought of me and God in the same room like the way he hears things in his head i wonder if my voice was one of them
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
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a surprise packed into a pack of royals held knightly between two long fingers, funny how we both picked up the habit when the bottom dropped out. but he's always been balanced even, even used to find rhythms tapped nightly into the back of my held hand i still feel the pulse like it could still be springtime like he might still smile at the thought of me and God in the same room like the way he hears things in his head i wonder if my voice was one of them
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
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