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The people around disappear. My voice makes its way home. Finding comfort in your ear. You resonate within my heart. Stirring a soul that no longer knows fear. In the end all that I knew before will no longer exist. Everything chipped and shattered in a million pieces.  Sheer signs of destruction. But still I drunk, knowing the full consequence. The shaping of objects that no longer obstruct view. The people all around completely unaware. The existence of something awoken by a single thought. Pulled in by the urge of a single whisper. Spilled from the brim of hand to mind. A sweet substance grown to stick as it cools. The thought of being held, embraced in the flicker of light. A moment worth being withheld a moment longer. Not a moment to criticize nor. but a moment of introduction. To take such gift and wish that this could last for more than a moment. More than two. To stir something so factious. So addictive. At that moment I realized what I was missing
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
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The people around disappear. My voice makes its way home. Finding comfort in your ear. You resonate within my heart. Stirring a soul that no longer knows fear. In the end all that I knew before will no longer exist. Everything chipped and shattered in a million pieces.  Sheer signs of destruction. But still I drunk, knowing the full consequence. The shaping of objects that no longer obstruct view. The people all around completely unaware. The existence of something awoken by a single thought. Pulled in by the urge of a single whisper. Spilled from the brim of hand to mind. A sweet substance grown to stick as it cools. The thought of being held, embraced in the flicker of light. A moment worth being withheld a moment longer. Not a moment to criticize nor. but a moment of introduction. To take such gift and wish that this could last for more than a moment. More than two. To stir something so factious. So addictive. At that moment I realized what I was missing
kewayne-wadley
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
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