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My mother taught me to count each of my prayers on my fingers, so here we go... The first time I fell in love with you was on a spring day. I was lying on the grass and you were lying on the back of my mind. The second time I fell in love with you was last summer. Your deserted skin glistened a dune in the sunlight, and your hair danced to a breeze that was not yet quite there. The third time I fell in love with you was this autumn. I unfolded piles and piles of myself trying to connect the weight of the word that is me to this season; each fall I fall for you. The fourth time I fell in love with you was a couple of winters ago. The snow was up to my frozen tongue; but each time I would look into your eyes I would feel a burn in my chest. My grandfather thought that we get clarity from the dew of dawn but I have always found my prophecies in my Isha prayers; The fifth time I fall in love with you will be on a spring day. I will be lying on the grass, and you will lie on the back of my mind...
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
My Life Cycles
My mother taught me to count each of my prayers on my fingers, so here we go... The first time I fell in love with you was on a spring day. I was lying on the grass and you were lying on the back of my mind. The second time I fell in love with you was last summer. Your deserted skin glistened a dune in the sunlight, and your hair danced to a breeze that was not yet quite there. The third time I fell in love with you was this autumn. I unfolded piles and piles of myself trying to connect the weight of the word that is me to this season; each fall I fall for you. The fourth time I fell in love with you was a couple of winters ago. The snow was up to my frozen tongue; but each time I would look into your eyes I would feel a burn in my chest. My grandfather thought that we get clarity from the dew of dawn but I have always found my prophecies in my Isha prayers; The fifth time I fall in love with you will be on a spring day. I will be lying on the grass, and you will lie on the back of my mind...
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
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